#which is directly contradicting everything he's teasing her about

[el-im]

#films #HELLOOOOOOOOO #everything about this. him sneaking up the stairs and running into her. #the way he frames finding out about her. bending her trick on him into his trick on her. #using her mischief to his advantage #the first time she touches him. #tries to correct. shows she's sensitive to what people--to what HE--thinks of her #the way he seethes at her touch and plucks her hand from him so delicately #his fingers splaying out in a mockery of caution #the SLAP #which is directly contradicting everything he's teasing her about #it all comes to a head. we learn she's volatile under that Cool Skin #the romantic music coming to an ABRUPT STOP #we wonder what he'll do ! does he lash out! does he abandon his character! does he reach up to touch his face?! #what ?! no surprise. no shock. nothing given. everything gained. #he looks at her. #he really looks at her. #smiles. #and leaves the slap with her #departing. #fucking EXCELLENT #THEMMMMM!!!!! #william powell #myrna loy

[underqualified-human]

Pomefiore: I can be your Angle or your Devle

→ Request: hiii I would like to request headcanons relationahip for vil schoenheit, rook hunt,  epel felmier from twisted wonderland, with a fem mc who is actually a real angel (you know, with wings, ethereal, believer in God, etc) but at first it didn't seem like it since mc is usually stubborn and very naughty, the opposite of what would be expected of an angel jeje it's all, thanks in advance  → A/N: Okay so I changed it slightly  → ⚠ Warnings ⚠: Mentions of family issues, → Fandom: Disney:Twisted Wonderland → Genre: Headcanons → Pronouns: She/Her

You were born from a literal holy matrimony- and you hated it.

Your father was an angel (the key word being was. He fell almost directly after your birth) and your mother was a human. The apple clearly didn't fall far from the tree when it came to following rules. When you first arrived in Twisted Wonderland you figured it was some weird last resort after your expulsion from your Catholic All-Girls School (long story, don’t ask), but quickly came to realise that it was definitely not. On the bright side, you ended up getting a boyfriend, score!

General Headcanon:

I'm pretty sure a Nephilim/Giborim would be mistaken as a kind of fae, so keep that in mind as you read

Vil Schoenheit:

One of the first people to notice the more ethereal aura that your appearance has and finds himself staring at you more than what is considered normal, even after you start dating

It almost scares him sometimes, how you look in certain lights. Like when you punch someone in the nose for badmouthing him.

Normally he can smell rebellious spirit like a bloodhound, but your appearance caught him off guard. Which definitely intrigues him.

Tries to curb some of your more violent urges to varying degrees of success. You still end up getting into a bunch of fights and he still ends up helping you tend to your  

Whenever somebody brings up parents you go silent and he definitely notices.

If you want to talk about it he'll listen, if not then so be it

Definitely pushes you to do at least one photoshoot with him, whether he's successful or not is up to you

No clue how to help with your wing care, but provides you with any products you need

If any of his fans say anything he's not afraid to defend you

Rook Hunt:

A little bit creepy at first. asking invasive questions and general stalking

He tones it down later but definitely has a notebook about you (that you don't know about)

You get a lot of love poems throughout the entire relationship. He never runs out of ways to compliment you. It is insane.

Likes picnic dates, also teases you by bringing some sort of bird dish

Knows every bad thing you do, he’s just there, watching. He’s not going to try and stop you or report you if no one else does.

I like to think he's a bit of an artist, both visually and by the written word. You're the subject of most if not all his creations. 

Some he gives to you and some he keeps to himself. Just as a little keepsake.

If you'll allow him, he would love to sketch and pet your wings. He will start to describe them in great and poetic detail so be warned.

If there's anything special you need to do with your wings to keep them healthy/hidden he'll do everything to help you.

Epel Felmier:

Relates so hard to having an appearance contradicted by actions/attitude

Likes to join you in any rebellious/ general delinquent activity 

Tries to fight people that stare at you for too long

Makes sure to keep you far away from Vil, even if you like make-up and fashion he does not want to put you through that

Skips things like etiquette and dance classes to just hang out with you (Vil thinks you're the problem child, which isn't completely wrong)

Likes to give you little apple carvings he makes, some of wings and birds others just things he likes to carve

He didn't grow up with chickens, but his family did know some people who did. What I'm saying is he applies chicken grooming tactics to your wings and is surprised when you take offence. (You get a new nickname from it.)

One of his favourite things to do is to lie down with your wings wrapped around him. It makes him feel safe and helps him calm down, like being wrapped in a blanket while listening to your heartbeat. He'd kill anyone if they ever found out though.

Can't really relate to your family issues, but introduces you to his pretty early on in the relationship.

#aries writing #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #x reader #twst x reader #pomefiore x reader #vil x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #epel felmier x reader #epel x reader #rook x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #epel felmier

[true-blue-sonic]

What do you think of Silver’s social skills? It’s assumed he doesn’t know how to interact with others because there were no people in his bad future but he actually mentions other people pointing him to the flames in Sonic 06 even if we don’t see them.

I feel that Silver's "poor" social skills can be traced back to his black-and-white mindset and clear-cut honest directness. Starting with whether there were people around: indeed, even if we do not see them in '06, Silver himself mentions in his intro cutscene that there are other people. He furthermore says he talks to them, where I would even say it can be taken as if he's almost badgering them for more information ("How did this happen? No-one will answer me directly. But they always point... to the flames." With 'always', he could just mean every person he asks, but it can also be that he asks the same persons repeatedly and that is their response every time.). And bios state he accepted Blaze for who she was while other people were teasing her for her flames, though the canonicity of the bios is a bit shaky since various ones contain information proven false by the game itself. As for after '06 erased itself from the timeline, we move to Rivals 1, where Eggman Nega is implied to have stolen the camera from someone else (also this information can potentially be contradicted by Silver calling it "his [Eggman Nega's] camera, though). That would indicate that also that future is not an empty one people-wise. Rivals 2 seems to have a bad future that got undone through stopping the release of the Ifrit ("I hope the new future is a happy one." says Silver at the end of the game), which moves to Colours DS where he says everybody's got a smile. So, good future or bad, Silver's era is not a people-devoid wasteland, I think we can safely conclude!

And then secondly, I think Silver's social skills are poor because of the honesty that I've mentioned before. For example, in his Sonic Channel story (not the Isekai, those before that), he travels to Soleanna to warn the officials there that a giant bridge is about to collapse... using as argument that he knows that because he is from the future, thus making nobody believe him. He's right, of course! But his honesty gets him into trouble in the way that nobody sees he's speaking the truth, because the truth is just so unbelievably. Similarly, in Rivals 2, Knuckles mocks him for thinking the Chao can help stop the destruction of the world, which makes Silver lose his temper. And also there, he is right... but in an unbelievable way for anyone locked out of the loop, and thus he is not listened to. At least in TSR everyone immediately accepts Silver's statements that Eggman and Dodon Pa are working together, but honestly, considering everything Eggman has pulled over the years it'd be strange if they suddenly trusted this time he was playing nice, haha.

I have not played '06 myself (I should look into downloading P-06 on my laptop), but if I am not mistaken, Silver goes around there asking people in the past about the Iblis Trigger. Thus, he is clearly not afraid to go up to others and ask them for information. But I believe not many people are able to help him? So generally, I think Silver's social skills can come off poorly because of his honesty, which can work against him in situations where being more vague would have been better (e.g. telling the officials that people are worried about the bridge stability, or that he's gone there and it seems as if it'll break, or something like that). Similarly, especially in the Rivals games, any slight against his mission and questioning/mocking of what he says tends to make him angry, which also does not further communication. But it does not seem as if he cannot interact with people at all: he's not afraid to go up to others in '06 and the Rivals games (he got the jump on Espio there too, lol) and ask them for things or information that will bring him further along with his mission. And in Colours DS, Generations, Forces, and TSR he's plenty amiable towards Sonic and co., who also similarly treat him as someone they like having around and someone who is worth listening to. So interacting with people is not the issue, it's his honesty that's getting him into trouble and makes it difficult for Silver to get people to listen to him, I think. But it seems that once people get to know him better, they learn he always tells the truth, so that makes it easier for them to listen.

#silver the hedgehog #sonic 06 #sonic rivals #sonic channel #silver character analysis #might as well make that a tag so I can find my fucken posts again #I tend to refer to ones I wrote earlier but then they disappear into the void that is Tumblr and I only ever see them again if people- #-give them a like lol

[mynumberfivethings]

I Heard A Rumor...

They land back in 2019, which is a relief, of course, until it’s not. 

“What the fuck even is the Sparrow Academy?” Diego grouses. “Lame ass bird fucks.” he chucks one of his knives across the cramped motel room they’re currently occupying and watches it get lodged firmly into the tacky wallpaper. 

Allison grabs the second knife Diego’s about to fling out of his hand and glares  daggers at her brother. “We’re staying here for free, because I rumored the motel staff into not noticing we exist, so maybe don’t wreck the place?” 

Luther nods in agreement. “Allison’s right, we need to be as inconspicuous as possible right now.” 

Diego rolls his eyes. “Whatever. So Five, now what?” the siblings all go to turn to Five for the answers they’re so desperately seeking, only to be met with the sight of the pseudo thirteen year old laid curled up on one of the beds, sound asleep. 

Luther frowns. “How in the hell can he seriously sleep at a time like this?” 

Allison leans over Fives still form and not so gently shakes his shoulder, jarring him awake. She feels a little guilt upon seeing the initially panicked look on his face as he comes to awareness once again, but damn it, she just wants to see her kid again, is that too much to ask? 

“We need to figure out a way to get back to our timeline.” she tells him, arms folded over her chest.

Five scratches the sleep from his eyes, unaware he’d even passed out in the first place, wincing as he sits up fully on the mattress. “This is our timeline.” he informs all of them, his voice coming out scratchy and thin. God, he’s exhausted. And practically everything aches. 

“What do you mean?” Klaus shakes his head. “In our timeline Ben is very much dead-not some weird emo douche who flocks with a crew of birds-so please do explain how the actual hell this makes any sense.” 

Five sighs, “We changed the linear time of events and the order in which they were supposed to originally occur when we were in the sixties and now this is, for all intents and purposes, our timeline.” 

“Screw that. We need to reestablish our actual timeline.” Allison counters. “I’m not staying in this weird alternate bullshit dimension any longer than we have to-we still have the suitcase, right? Let’s go back to the sixties and fix what we broke. Easy.” 

Five looks at her like she’s lost her mind. Which, she very well may have, he thinks briefly. “Look, I know you want to see Claire again, but you need to consider-”

“No.” Allison interrupts angrily, tears starting to fill her eyes. “You don’t understand at all. How the hell could you? You haven’t had anyone for years, but me? I’ve had people, people I care about-which might be a foreign concept to someone like you, but-” 

“Right,” Five cuts her off in turn, unwilling to linger on the sting her words have caused. “I just need time to-” 

“Time? Haven’t you had enough of that, already?” Suddenly the room is engulfed in complete and utter darkness and the Hargreeves go into high alert, trying to figure out where the hell that voice is coming from. 

Could it be one of the Sparrow Academy heroes? Could they have followed them to the outskirts of town? 

“Show yourself, you coward!” Diego shouts, knives at the ready to attack their intruder. 

A flash of thunder illuminates the room for only a split second before the lights come back on and the Hargreeves find themselves frozen in place, unable to move even a muscle, try as they might. 

Save for one: Five. 

“What the hell...” he mutters, as he watches his siblings struggle to try and move from their positions. 

“Now, Allison.” that same disturbing voice commands. 

Allisons eyes go wide as her mouth begins to move without her permission and out come the words, “I heard a rumor you killed your brothers and sisters.” 

They watch with dawning horror as Fives eyes roll to the back of his head and turn an off shade of blue before he seamlessly plucks Diegos knife from where it was embedded in the wall earlier and faces his family, where they stand, helpless. 

“Shit!” Diego curses, trying in vain to move even a single digit. 

Vanya tries to conjure her own powers but finds that she can’t for some reason. “Five...” she calls out, knowing it’s futile. 

Five blinks over to Klaus first, who yelps in surprise, he barely has time to beg Five to reconsider when Five brings the knife down-

There’s boisterous screaming and panicked yelling and general chaos and Klaus is so sure this is it, that Five has plunged the knife straight into his heart and done away with him, until he opens his eyes and realizes nothing is protruding out of him...

Instead, Five has thrust the knife into his own leg. He’s breathing hard, his trembling fingers still hovering over the hilt of the weapon. 

The disembodied voice booms, “Allison!” 

And Allison curses, but she can’t stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth. “I heard a rumor you stabbed me in the jugular.” 

Fives eyes go pale blue for a second time and without even flinching he takes the knife out of his upper thigh and blinks so that he’s facing Allison this time. 

They can all see him struggling, perspiring, fighting against the rumor as he brandishes the knife in one hand, raising it up above his head slowly. 

Allison tries to let out another rumor, a contradicting rumor, perhaps, the way she had done when Five had been in front of Klaus, but again, the words get stuck in her throat. 

Whatever being is in the room is in total control of her powers... 

Allison feels something collide with her neck but it’s not the sharp sting of a knife she’s expecting. It’s Five’s forearm against her, protecting her from his own attack as he shoves the knife directly into his flesh. He’s panting now, with the force that it’s taken him not to obey her mind control. 

“Kill them.” the voice demands angrily. 

“Fuck you.” Five bites out through clenched teeth. 

As if those were the magic words, the voice departs and the Hargreeves can feel their limbs and move about once again, the tense atmosphere dissipating. 

“Holy shit!” Klaus gasps out, “What the fuck, Jesus!” 

Five grunts as he removes the knife from his forearm and wields it threateningly. “Allison,” he practically begs, his voice strained. “Unrumor me. Now.” 

Allison is more than happy to comply, hurriedly saying, “I heard a rumor you didn’t want us dead.” 

The knife clatters as it hits the floor and Five collapses next to it a second later, exhausted and hurting something awful. 

“Shit,” Diego grabs a bunch of hand towels from the bathroom and kneels down. “We gotta stop the bleeding.” He presses two towels against the stab wound on Fives forearm and Vanya grabs the rest to press against the one on his thigh. 

Five tenses up beneath them, his face scrunching up in pain. “Fuck!” 

“I saw a first aid kit in the lobby by the front desk, I’ll go get it!” Allison calls out, already halfway out the door in her haste. 

“Should we move him to the bed?” Luther asks, hovering over his siblings, concern and anxiety eating away at him. 

Diego curses. The hand towels are drenched in blood already. They need to stop the bleeding and soon, or else. “Elevate his leg.” he orders, letting Luther help Vanya try to stem the bleeding there. “Klaus, go get more towels from one of the maids if you can.” Klaus scurries to obey while the others continue to put pressure on Fives multiple injuries. 

Klaus and Allison arrive back at the motel room almost simultaneously, one with a stack of clean towels in their arms and the other with a giant red box in hand. 

With the extra towels and the supplies from the medical kit, they’re somehow able to stop the bleeding long enough to move Five up to the bed. Luther’s extremely gentle as he transfers him from one spot to the other. 

When it’s time to stitch him up, Vanya and Klaus volunteer to do it. Five is too exhausted, both mentally and physically to pretend to be stoic about any of this. He throws his good arm across his face, shielding his eyes from the light. 

“What do you guys think that was?” Luther asks the room at large, when the silence stretches on too long. 

Klaus doesn’t look up from where he’s threading his needle on Fives thigh, replying dryly. “Yet another person place or thing that wants us dead?” 

Diego scoffs. “It’s gotta be one of those Sparrow fuckheads. Who the hell else? I bet it was that goddamn cube-I still can’t believe dad adopted a fucking cube-Christ.” 

“Whatever it was, it was in control of my powers.” Allison frowns deeply. “When I tried to unrumor Five nothing came out-even when I tried rumoring one of you into being able to move again, so that at least we would stand a fighting chance against our little serial killer over here, nothing.” 

Vanya nods, “Same here. I tried to use my powers but it was like there was some kind of a block or something? Like when I was still taking those prescription pills.” She looks at Fives pale face-what she can see of it, from underneath his forearm-and risks the question, “Five, how did you manage not to....you know...?” As someone who’s had first hand experience being unwillingly rumored by their sister, she knows it’s not something one can easily brush off. 

Quite frankly, it’s a miracle they’re all still breathing... 

“Yeah, I thought for sure we were dead.” Diego walks over and playfully ruffles the top of Fives messy hair. “Good job not making yourself an only child.” he jokes, freezing entirely when in response to his teasing Five lets out what can only be described as a faint whimper. 

“Five?” 

“I almost killed everyone.” Five struggles to get the full sentence out, his breath hitching. “Fuck.” he curses, unable to stifle a sob. It’s a pathetically sad little noise, but it brings the rest of his siblings to his side immediately. 

“Hey,” Allison kneels down beside the bed and places a careful hand on his knee. She feels him flinch underneath her. “You resisted my rumor-twice. Do you know how rare that is? You saved us.” 

Five scrubs his face with the sleeve of his white button up shirt and finally uncovers his eyes. They’re red and puffy from crying, eyelashes wet with his tears. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” he admits brokenly. “I can’t lose you guys again.” 

“Shit Five,” Diego leans down and briefly touches their foreheads together, the palm of his hand cupping Fives head. “You’re not alone, we’re right here. Not going anywhere.” 

Vanya nods determinedly. “That’s right. You’re stuck with us.” 

Luther towers over the group with a faint but genuine smile. “You know, I always figured you loved us, but I guess I didn’t realize the extent until today.” 

Five sniffles, wiping away more tears he can’t seem to stop from coming. “I would trade you all up for a decent cup of coffee.” he lies, feeling more exposed than he has in literal years. 

Klaus smirks. “Nuh uh, no take backs, Fivey. You loooooove us.” 

Five rolls his eyes but it doesn’t have quite the same effect it normally would, considering the fact that he is still very much crying. 

Allison clears her throat, squeezes his knee again, this time to get his attention, and says, “And we love you. I’d ask if you know that, but honestly I think the answer would make me too sad.” she sighs. “Five, I’m really sorry about what I said before-I was taking all my frustrations out on you and I spoke carelessly, without thinking.” 

Five shakes his head, overwhelmed. “It’s ok.” 

“It’s not.” Allison insists. “Five, I don’t know if anyone’s said this yet, but I think it’s long overdue. I’m so happy to see you again. I missed you, you know. A ton.” 

Five didn’t think he was childish enough to still need to hear such silly sentimental things. He’s not the type, he’s tried to convince himself. It’s not as though he was expecting some big tearful family reunion upon his arrival, after all. So he wasn’t crushed or anything when his return was met with little more than perhaps confused contemptment. He had things to do, apocalypses to stop and all that jazz. 

That’s what he told himself, of course. 

But it doesn’t ring very true now, not when he can’t help but let out another sob. 

He’s too old for this, he thinks, as Diego pulls him gently to his side and Allison grabs hold of his hand. 

He doesn’t need them to love him back, he thinks, as Klaus finishes taping up his wound with a tenderness only reserved for those he loves, as Vanya wraps gauze around his forearm with care. 

He’s been fine all this time, he thinks, even as Luther says, “Good to have you back, Five.” 

It’s good to be back, he thinks, turning his head so that it’s buried against Diego’s shoulder when he lets out another sob. 

.

#tua #long post #fic #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #number five #the boy #hurt/comfort #five gets rumored #hargreeves family #hargreeves siblings

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑀𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎! 𝐴𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑧: 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝐾𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑂𝑓 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑅𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑡. 𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑦 𝐾𝑖𝑑𝑠

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, encouraging, supporting, justifying, or promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is all a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warning: Brief scenes of violence. Reader discretion advised.

「𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈」

When Hongjoong escorted you through the hall for your uncle's wedding, the last person he expected to be seated at the same table you two were in was none other than Bang Chan, who was also surprised to see him.

"You?!" They both exclaimed, already getting into a fighting position.

The people around you guys stared in shock, afraid of some shoot out about to happen. You however calmed Hongjoong down while explaining that Chan was your cousin's boyfriend.

"And you couldn't have mentioned this before?" He crossed his arms in front of you.

"Can you both just not cause a scene here? It's my uncle's special day." You begged them.

"Yeah, 5th special day in the last 4 years." Chan teased earning him a smack from his girlfriend beside him.

They just sat quietly during the entire reception, refusing to acknowledge each other, although occasionally they couldn't help but throw slight jabs at each other. It all culminated though when it was time for the bride to throw the bouquet which was caught by none other than you. Chan actually laughed at that.

"What's so funny?" Hongjoong asked.

"The fact that of all people, Y/N caught the bouquet when we both know you don't have the guts to make her walk down the aisle."

Hongjoong slammed his fists down and stood up.

"That's it! I've had it with you. You want to take this outside? Cause I'm ready."

「𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂」

Seonghwa and you happily strolled through the park, enjoying each other's affection, when you were startled by an all too familiar voice and face behind Seonghwa, one you had not seen in over 2 years.

"Y/N! Long time no see. How have you been gorgeous?"

Seonghwa noticed how you seemed to sunk your shoulders down, your eyes not wanting to directly look at the man in front of you. And Seonghwa was not at all amused by the way this man talked to you.

"I... I'm fine.... Lee Know..." You responded, your voice slightly trembling.

At hearing the name, Seonghwa turned around and indeed, it was none other than the infamous play boy Lee Minho himself, smirking right at you. He looked at Seonghwa and let out a tiny scoff.

"I take it....he's your new boo?" Lee Know asked, cocking his head to the side.

Seonghwa merely wrapped an arm around you protectively, clearly signaling an affirmative answer. Lee Know smiled.

"Well.....then good for you. If you ever get bored of him....you know you can always call me." He shamelessly said as he walked away.

Seonghwa looked down at you, the way you were holding back tears was enough to know Lee Know was your ex, the one who had torn your heart apart years ago, the one who made it difficult for you to accept Seonghwa because you were so heartbroken and scared about starting a new relationship.

Seonghwa kissed your forehead and held you close to him.

"You know I love you and I'd never hurt you like he did right?"

「𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐」

Yunho slowly walked through the city's streets, casually listening to music and overall trying to relax a little. He thought he spotted a familiar sweater on a rather familiar frame, but it couldn't have been you right? Especially when the figure seemed to be lovey dovey with none other than....

Seo Changbin?!

Yunho ripped his earbuds out, tearing them off when he noticed it was definitely you and you were definitely hugging one of his arch nemesis.

"Get the fuck away from her!" Yunho declared as he ripped you away from Changbin's embrace.

"Yunho! What are you?-"

Grabbing the smaller man by the collar, he easily hoisted him up.

"I'm warning you right now, don't ever come near my girlfriend or so help me your gang will be short by one member." He warned him.

"Yunho! Stop! Put my brother down!" You cried out as you tugged at his jacket.

Yunho widened his eyes and looked back at you, immediately turning soft when he stared at your panicked stricken face.

"Bro...brother?" He asked incredulous.

"Yes! Her brother now do you mind putting me down?" Changbin asked as he tried to pry Yunho's fingers off him.

Yunho put him down and you immediately checked on him to make sure he was ok. You only got a scoff from him as he warned you:

"Careful with him and his gang Y/N. I'm only holding back for your sake."

Changbin began walking away, not wanting anymore confrontation in front of you. Yunho sheepishly looked at you while you merely rolled your eyes.

"I'm sorry.....but you never told me you had a brother."

「𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈」

The young man calmly stepped inside the room, looking around, trying to figure out if it really was a set up or not.

"Hello?" He called out, not seeing anybody.

Suddenly the lights turned on and from the shadows, Yeosang emerged, hands in his pockets as he calmly looked at the man in front of him.

"Hwang Hyunjin, thank you for accepting my invitation." He spoke out, voice laced with sarcasm.

"Get to the point Yeosang. The fuck you want." Hyunjin didn't want to waste his time.

Yeosang hummed. "I simply want you to stay away from Y/N."

Hyunjin actually let out a chuckle at that.

"Of course the overbearing boyfriend would pull out this mediocre shit. Listen, Y/N and I have been longtime friends and you can't change that. She's my friend. "

"I know. And I also know you have the hots for her and more than once you've shit talked me to her in order to get her to leave me." Yeosang raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to contradict him.

Hyunjin's smile faltered for a moment, but then he smirked.

"You're not gonna do shit Yeosang. And you can't stop me from seeing Y/N."

"What makes you think-"

"Suppose I accidentally let it slip out to Y/N what you actually do for a living, let her find out who you really are?" Hyunjin threatened him.

Yeosang stayed quiet, clenching his fists, resisting the urge to break Hyunjin's skull against the floor.

"I think it's in your best interest to not try me Kang Yeosang. You'll end up losing."

Yeosang just stood there, unable to do anything but watch his rival leave victorious...

"For now..."

「𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏」

"Well well well.....look what the cat dragged in."

San let out an evil laughter as he picked up the blonde haired boy up and slammed him against the wall.

"I thought I told you never to show your ugly rat face around here Jisung." San reminded him.

Jisung got up from the floor, refusing to back down at the taller and obviously stronger male.

"I'm actually a squirrel, thank you." He replied with a smug grin.

San didn't hesitate to throw a punch at his face, knocking him down once again. San picked him up again, this time with his hands wrapped around his neck as he choked him.

"Wrong move to try and be brave with me punk." He sneered at him.

"San! Don't! Let him go!"

Your voice made San look over at you. You ran over to them, fear and panic written all over your face.

"Stay out of this Y/N." San warned you, inadvertently pushing you away rather roughly, making you fall to the floor.

Seeing you get hurt triggered something in Jisung. Using whatever strength he had, he swung his leg and kicked San hard enough to loosen the grip he had on him. He got to land one solid punch to his cheek, knocking him to the ground before he proceeded to take out a switchblade from his jacket.

"No Jisung! Please don't!" You begged him, your arms encapsulating his waist, trying to get him to stop.

San just stood looking at you in disbelief.

"Y/N....what on earth-?" He asked, his voice somewhat breaking.

"Jisung! Please don't! I'm begging you! Don't kill him!" You begged.

"Give me one good reason!" Jisung exclaimed.

You looked up at him with tears falling down.

"I love him..."

Jisung's face dropped as he realized what you meant. He looked back at San who had confusion written all over his face, which then turned to shock when he asked:

"So you're my sister's boyfriend?"

「𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊」

Mingi stormed into a room, watching as the younger male was strapped to the chair in front of him.

"Felix....." Mingi said, walking around and watching as the feline looking man remained quiet.

"Do you have any idea why you're here?" Mingi asked him.

"I can tell you the reasons I'm not here for." Felix scoffed.

"Stop acting you little shit! You know damn well why I brought you here!" Mingi's deep voice boomed throughout the room.

Felix wasn't intimidated though, he simply leaned his face closer to Mingi's.

"Try me."

Mingi huffed before taking a picture out of his wallet and holding it up.

"You see her?"

Felix squinted his eyes at the picture before realizing that it was none other than you.

"I want to know why you've been hanging around her place more often. Are you stalking her? Planning to kidnap her to get back at me? Was that your plan? Use my own girlfriend against me? You think I'd let you get the chance?" Mingi questioned him.

Felix rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Yes Mingi, I was totally going to kidnap my own sibling and possibly torture her in order to get under your skin." He replied sarcastically.

Mingi's face dropped. "What?"

"You dumbass. Y/N is my sister and I've been hanging around her place for protection. In case you don't know, there's another gang that's been recently rising up. They call themselves Oneus. About a week ago, they sent all of us pictures of our closed ones to taunt us, and so we've been on guard over them."

Mingi now froze as Felix said those words. He realized now you were in danger. He quickly cut Felix loose from the ropes before ordering:

"Tell me everything you know about these bastards."

「𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈」

"I love you so much." Wooyoung whispered, kissing your nose, making you giggle.

"Do you?" You teased him.

"I do. I love you more than-"

"Y/N! What are you doing with him?"

Your oldest friend, Seungmin promptly pushed Wooyoung away from you, placing himself in front of you.

"Kim Seungmin, do you want to die?" Wooyoung glared at him.

"You're the one that's going to die if you keep playing with my best friend." Seungmin warned.

"Playing?" You asked.

"Best friend?" Wooyoung was in utter confusion.

"Don't give me that. Everyone in the mafia world knows you're the biggest fuck boi there is. Only making girls fall in love with you so you can get in their pants and then dump them, you sick pervert." Seungmin cringed in disgust.

Wooyoung let out a dry chuckle at his words.

"Play with whoever the fuck you want but leave Y/N out of this. She deserves better than trash like you."

Wooyoung bit the side of his cheek, finally understanding where this was going.

"Like who? You perhaps?"

Seungmin gulped slightly, confirming what Wooyoung was thinking.

"How long have you been in love with her Kim Seungmin? Wait don't answer me, it honestly doesn't matter..."

Wooyoung snaked an arm around you and pressed you to him.

"Cause she chose me and she's mine."

Wooyoung couldn't hid the smirk on his face as Seungmin looked at you in disbelief.

"Y/N.....please don't tell me.."

Your words broke Seungmin as you replied:

"I'm sorry Seungmin.... I'm in love with Wooyoung..

「𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐」

You pulled your face away from your ex, getting disgusted when he dared touch your cheek.

"Come on Y/N. Don't deny you still have feelings for me." He chuckled darkly.

You could only glare at him.

"I don't love you anymore Jeongin. So why don't you just let me go before it gets ugly?"

He got up and began laughing.

"Seriously? You really think your boy toy is going to come for you?" He asked.

"I don't think.... I know he will." You stated proudly.

"Really? You really think the Choi Jongho gives 2 fucks about you princess?" Jeongin cooed at you, his hands petting your hair softly.

Right at that moment there was a loud commotion heard outside, guns firing, and the sound of running feet could be distinguished. In less than 15 seconds, the door burst open and none other than Jongho himself came in, eyes full of rage when he saw the close proximity of your ex.

"I'm giving you 3 seconds to get your filthy hands off my girl or I'll split your head open." Jongho warned, coming closer to him.

Jeongin quickly pulled out a gun and held it to your head, prompting Jongho to halt his steps in fear of you getting hurt.

"That's what I thought Jongho. Y/N was mine first and I'm taking her back." Jeongin declared.

Jongho clenched his fists.

"Over my dead body."

Swiftly, he lunged at Jeongin, knocking the gun out of his hand. Jongho tried to punch him in the face, but Jeongin caught his fist with his hand before it collided with his face, giving him a cold stare, refusing to go down without a fight.

"That could easily be arranged..."

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#ateez #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez mafia au #mafia!au #mafia!ateez #ateez hongjoong #ateez seonghwa #ateez yunho #ateez yeosang #ateez san #ateez mingi #ateez wooyoung #ateez jongho

[haechanokeh]

Sincerity is Scary

[Sad ending] [Continuation & Happy]

synopsis: haechan and you are best friends who couldn't admit their feelings which frustrates them both and the people around the two of you

content: college au! haechan x reader

word count: 1.9K

warning: none

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You spit your coke - that didn't taste like one and coughed. you glared at haechan.

"what did you put in my coke?" you huffed. haechan gave you his innocent look.

"i don't know what you're talking about." he pouted.

"you put soy sauce in it right? i knew i should not leave my food and drinks when you're around." you said throwing tantrums.

haechan laughed and threw his arm over your shoulder and shoved a cold wet can of coke into your cheeks.

"here, drink this." he said, cooly. you rolled your eyes.

"you wasted money just to annoy me, seriously." you grunted.

"it's worth it though." he chuckled.

someone coughed and both of you just realized that you're with haechan's friends which your friends now.

"i thought you two forgotten we're with you." renjun used his sarcastic voice.

"both of you literally have your own worlds." jaemin added.

"i really don't understand why you're not dating here dude." jeno teased.

"what? hell no!" you said in unison.

you looked at each other, silently hurt. both of you felt awkward and haechan removed his arm from your shoulder. you opened the can of coke haechan gave.

haechan friends- renjun, jaemin, and jeno noticed the awkwardness between you. at first it was cute but it has been 3 years, they've been watching both of you and it was clear to them that you like each other. but what's stopping you and haechan from admitting it?

fear of the possibility of being wrong that you have mutual feelings for each other or that what happens if love vanishes because you'll never know. haechan is your childhood friend and your parents are really close there was a time you used to take a bath together when you're still toddlers. basically, you're so close with him and it'll be wasted.

you were lying on your stomach on haechan's bed while scrolling through your phone as you try to distract yourself from menstrual cramps. haechan is playing with his friends through his computer.

you shoved your face and groaned in pain because your menstrual cramp is an asshole! it was sever when it comes, it can make your head throb and your body is very weak. haechan heard you, the other side of his headphone wasn't covering his other ear. he looked back to check on you. he caught you massaging your abdomen.

"y/n?" brows furrowed in concern.

"hmm?" you just hummed.

"are you okay?" he worriedly asked, his hands were on the keyboard but he's not doing anything reason for jeno calling him out.

"haechan, what the hell dude?!"

"not really." you admitted. your in pain it was evident in your voice, face, and body.

haechan quickly removed his headphone and leave his gaming chair to go to you. you turned, your back is lying down now. haechan was staring at your hands on top of your lower abdomen.

"cramps again?" haechan knew how badly it gets when you're in menstruation. you nodded, you're almost tearing up.

he pitied you, he put his hands larger than yours and slightly rougher on top of the back of your palm. he's giving you a massage without directly touching your abdomen.

"you should've told me. wait here, i'll prepare the hot compress bag." he said and stood up.

"you have hot compress?"

"well, ahm.. mom bought it. wait here." he was lying, he bought it himself because he was traumatized 4 months ago where your cramp strike when you were in his house. that was the worst cramp that you ever experienced and it was in haechan's condo. since then, haechan stored napkins and bought hot compress.

haechan took care of you and he gave you his whole attention. he forgotten his game, left his computer open and friends hanging. but his friend already knew that you're always haechan's priority. haechan waited for you to sleep. it became a habit to you to sleep on haechan's arm and he's not bothered even though sometimes he couldn't feel his arm anymore because of numbness. he was jist staring at you as if you're the most precious thing he owns...

haechan saw his computer.

"sht." he cursed, he forgot he's playing. since you're already sleeping, he carefully removed his arm under your head. he went back to his seat and wore his headphone.

"sorry dude, y/n is not feeling well."

"your girlfriend?" jaemin teased. haechan just chuckle... bitterly.

"why don't you date her already?" jeno said.

"haechan, seriously you two look like dating already. why don't you just make it straight already?" renjun said.

haechan went silent. he couldn't count anymore how many times they tell this to him, but for him it was very hard. it wasn't easy, simply because it was scary. he thinks the same way with you, it's just scary of what's the difference of your relationship as friend vs lovers, that if it didn't work out because it's better to be just friends, then what will happen next? will you still become as comfortable with him? will he become as close to you as he used to? it's scary because both of you don't know what will happen so you both chose to hide it and keep it that way.

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it's your university's foundation, there will be a night party. you went inside with haechan but women quickly eyeing at him. who wouldn't? he's wearing a black leathered jacket, ripped jeans, and his hair that is quite long made him more four times sexier.

"haechan, i'll just get a fruit punch. do you want some?" you asked slightly louder than your normal voice because of the noise.

haechan who's enjoying the band's performance, gaze down at you and shook his head.

"no thanks. want me to come with you?" he asked. you just shook your head saying that he doesn't have to. he just nodded and went back enjoying the performance.

you left him and go to the catering buffet just to grab fruit punch and quickly went back to where you left him but you stopped from walking when you saw him with another girl, standing beside him where you left. they were talking intimately, and it was painful. imagine jeno punching your stomach, yes! with those arms and strength, that's the scale of pain.

unware, the three boys- renjun, jeno, and jaemin watching the drama while munching the shared bag of chips.

"she will cry." jeno bet.

"nah, she will push the girl." jaemin contradict.

"tsk, no." renjun grabbed a handful chips from the bag earning a glare from the two. "she will confess." jeno and jaemin eyes bulge out for renjun being ridiculous, at least for them.

"her? that's not gonna happen." jaemin said. renjun rolled his eyes.

"as if she will push the girl jaemin, y/n isn't like that."

well they all agreed and returned watching the drama while eating chips. yeah, they are eating chips in the room with a catering service.

you walk, heart-pounding loudly and hands shaking while holding the cup. you silently stood beside haechan hoping that he will notice you, unfortunately, he didn't. you disappointedly sipped on the paper cup.

you were silently and listening to their conversation- well you are trying your best because the loud music made it harder for you. they were like getting to know each other kind of questions.

you're getting annoyed so you sneakily held haechan's hand. he quickly whipped his head down to you. he gazed at your hands then to you who looking straight to the band. when haechan realize it was you, warm electricity traveled in his whole system. the random girl saw everything, so she concluded that you and haechan are dating.

"well, I have to go to my friends... ahm bye." the girl nervously and quickly walked away. haechan didn't mind her, he was just staring at you.

"is she gone?" you looked up to face haechan who was seriously looking at you.

for some odd reason, his expression made your heartbeat fast not in a fluttering way but it made you nervous.

"let's talk outside." he told you sounding a little disappointed. both of you walk while holding hands.

and the 3 guys? saw that and was jumping on their feet and slapping each other in excitement.

"dude, dude! they will finally date!" jaemin said

"finally my frustration will end now." renjun said, he sighed in relief hands on top of his chest. "but why do i feel something ominous." he said feeling unease.

"don't jinx it." jeno groaned.

you and haechan were outside the hall, away from the crowd and noise. haechan let go of your hand and face you.

you were looking nervous and he.. he's sad and disappointed.

"i will never date a friend." haechan directly told you that you didn't expect to hear.

the atmosphere was tense and it's like the heaven and hell compressing you made you feel so small. you were deeply hurt but you didn't allow haechan to see that. you masked it with a laugh.

"why are you telling me that? wah... you think i will date you? yikes." you were laughing and it looked so real. you badly want to cry but don't want to. you were disappointed that you were right. you're just too close, his actions to you are equally no different to a friend.

haechan? like he was hurt. he was asking himself why did he say that? it wasn't real but he was also asking himself, why did you say that? it was written all over your face no matter how many emotions and expressions you put in your face, you were deeply hurt.

"well, i thought you were falling for me already." he grinned. you rolled your eyes.

"in your dreams." yeah, only in dreams.

"let's go back?" haechan asks holding in the pain in his chest. you gave him a smile.

"you go back first, i'll just go to the toilet." holding back your tears. the toilet is in the opposite direction from the room.

haechan just nodded and left you, parting ways. you turned your back and released every single emotion as you walked quickly towards the toilet room.

haechan with a heavy heart went back to the room. his friends approached haechan, hugging him and playfully pushing him.

"congrats dude!" renjun said cheerfully. haechan's forehead creased.

"what?"

"dude, you're finally dating y/n!" renjun said. but they saw haechan's face, it doesn't look like you were dating already. their smiles fell and turned into disbelief.

"what?! how?!" jeno exclaimed.

"just, i don't know." he shrugged.

"it's your fault, you jinxed it" jaemin amused that it was really jinxed by renjun. renjun gripped his own hair in frustration.

so why did haechan lie?

he realized that his world is small because the only person in it is you and that's not good. but he never wanted to lose you. at the same time haechan with the same reason that he always says in his mind. if things don't work out, someone will definitely leave. he couldn't bear that.

does it make sense? no. he's just convincing his self that this is why you don't like to date y/n.

sincerity is hard to give especially if you overthink things. as the song said, questioning why can't we just be sincere? it so easy but why is it hard for us? well, there are times that when we choose sincerity we ended up being vulnerable. the idea of being hurt is scary but you know what either way it's painful but it was extra painful when you became sincere because you know you became true to yourself but weren't accepted.

there will be another part, continuation but for people who don't like sad ending life me 😿

#haechan #haechan angst #nct dream haechan #nct dream angst #nct dream imagines #nct dream #haechan imagines

[mostlycompetentwriter]

My Side

F/M Pairing: Y/N x Bang Chan (SKZ)

Warnings: language, lots of smut, prostate massage, fluff, some mentions of angst (but it’s very minimal)

Genre: Marriage AU

Word Count: 4K

Summary: Y/N has had her entire future planned out ever since she could remember: step one- graduate college (done), step two- find a good-paying job (done), step three- marry someone she adores (done), and step four- have kids (???). She understands that life is full of obstacles, but is it too much to ask for your husband to finally knock you up?

A/N: Big apology to this anon user who requested this and had to wait like 8 billion years for me to finish it.

The fertility clinic was unusually cold, and I found myself shivering in direct contradiction with the sweltering summer heat collecting outside of the office building. Maybe that was the point: the doctors wanted to keep you totally alert while you waited for what seemed like hours for a standard routine visit. Because I could’ve already fallen asleep at this point - taking advantage of my day off from work to do something other than fret over the working condition of my reproductive system.

Of course, there was also the issue of my grumpy husband who had been thoroughly displeased when he found out exactly what a pap smear test implied. “He was totally checking you out when we came in,” Chan said. “Then, he insisted on sticking that thing up your vagina?”

“Oh, give it a rest, Chan,” I said. “I knew they would do that before I even came here.”

“I think he just wanted to look at your pussy,” Chan insisted. “And he did it right in front of me like I didn’t even exist!”

“You weren’t forced to stay in the room,” I pointed out, which I would’ve preferred but Chan insisted on standing over me like some kind of jealous observer who actually wanted to watch such an intimate procedure. 

“Yeah, he would’ve preferred that,” Chan said, leaning further back in his chair. “How the hell is this even supposed to help us? We’ve only been trying for a few months.”

“Well, I want to make sure everything is working properly,” I said, and (just to spite him) I glanced down at his crotch. “What if you’re having performance issues, honey?”

“My dick works just fine,” Chan insisted. “But you know what? I think it’s partially your fault that we can’t pregnant. You’re putting too much pressure on him and it’s hard for me to focus.”

“Him?” I questioned with a grin. "Do you really want to personify your penis?”

“That’s not the point!” Chan exclaimed. “Did you even hear me, Y/N?”

“But what is the point, Chan? What exactly are you having trouble focusing on?” I asked. “We’re talking about fucking, not a tax audit. Keep the office out of our bedroom.”

“You don’t think I know the difference?”

“Apparently not since it requires more effort than necessary for you to orgasm,” I screeched, barely getting the words out before the doctor’s return.

Immediately, Chan and I were both forced smiles, pretending like we weren’t just having a pointless argument. “Well,” the doctor said. “Everything is fine on your end, Mrs. Bang. I guess that means we can perform some tests on your husband.”

“Oh, that would be great,” I said, even as Chan shifted restlessly from next to me. “Is there anything you need?”

“We’d like to ask you for a sperm sample,” the doctor replied while handing Chan a clear, transparent plastic cup that he accepted with obvious hesitation. “I’ll give you some time.”

“Thank you,” I said, looking over at Chan who was glaring at the cup as if personally offended by its presence.

But at least he waited until the doctor was gone before looking at me with wide eyes. “What do I do?” Chan asked, holding up the plastic cup while appearing thoroughly taken aback.

“It’s just masturbating,” I hissed at him.

“They want me to jerk off into this cup?” Chan gasped like the idea was so totally perplexing to him.

“How else will they get a sperm sample?” I asked him, rolling my eyes because I was growing impatient.

But Chan still hesitated, using one hand to hold the cup while his other traveled down to the front of his jeans. “Do I just...”

“Yes!” I shouted while standing up from my chair. “It’s nothing hard, Chan, you’ve been masturbating since 9th grade!” 

“Yeah, but it’s embarrassing to do it here,” Chan argued, and I sighed for what had to be the thousandth time that day.

“There’s a curtain for privacy,” I said, reaching for my bag from the floor. “I’ll be waiting outside until you’re done.”

“Y/N!” Chan whined, but I left without another word, hoping that Chan could get his shit together because I was exhausted and the prospect of the bed waiting for me at home was suddenly everything that I wanted.

It turned out that Chan and I were both perfectly healthy, and there should be nothing impeding my ability to finally get pregnant. Chan even managed to smile after our doctor complimented his sperm because they were powerful swimmers or whatever the hell that meant. But that had also been hours ago, and after a well-deserved nap, I was feeling exceptionally horny. Thankfully, Chan was never the type to turn down sex, and a few innocent kisses had turned into a full-blown pornography session within moments of me circling my hips against the front of his jeans.

“Fuck me, Chan,” I said, and he nodded eagerly as we both helped each other escape the obstacle of our clothes.

“You should apologize to my dick first,” Chan said teasingly when he had me spread open in front of him, fisting his cock as he started jerking himself off.

“What? Why?”

“You questioned my performance earlier,” Chan said with a shit-eating grin. “Maybe my cock isn’t good enough for you.”

“It’s fine,” I said, whining when I tried to wrap my hand around the base of his erection, only to have Chan knock it away with a sharp growl. "Alright!” I groaned. “I’m sorry I questioned your all-powerful shaft, okay? So, can you please just fuck me already?”

Chan chuckled at my easy compliance, and he ran his thumb across the slit of his cock before positioning himself at my wet entrance. “Remember that next time, Y/N,” he said, exhaling shakily when he started to push inside.

“Shit!” I cried, reaching out for his broad shoulders as I held on as tight as possible for the ride waiting ahead of me.

“Such a tight cunt,” Chan remarked, pausing a moment to grind himself against my insides just to feel the pressure around his cock.

“Go faster,” I requested, throwing my head back when he complied, smacking his hips into mine as he searched for the perfect angle to leave me seeing stars.

“Yeah?” Chan purred, and he started thrusting faster than before, dragging his cock against the pulsating walls of my cunt, forcing more arousal to leak out around him. “Look at how good you always take my cock, baby.”

I reveled in the praise, craning my neck to the side just so that I could watch him disappear inside of me over and over again to match the sensation of his thick cock filling me up so well that it was almost mind-numbingly good. The best part was the pleasing sound of Chan’s moans, and I admired the way that he held himself up over me so that his muscles were practically bulging as he rolled his hips with seductive grinds. Meanwhile, I was drooling over the visual of his bulging biceps, whining underneath him because Chan was being unusually rough. Not that I would ever complain since every thrust managed to brush the tip of his cock perfectly against my cervix.

But it was only after Chan reached down to add a finger to the already tight fit of his cock inside my pussy that I remembered something that I had read on the internet as part of my endless pregnancy research. My eyes flew open at the reminder, and the lustful haze surrounding my sex-addled brain quickly vanished. “Hold on, Chan,” I said, pushing against his chest and disrupting the steady rhythm he had been maintaining.

“W-what?” Chan stuttered, pulling out while watching me roll over onto my stomach. 

“This is a better position,” I said, raising my ass high into the air before giving him a teasing wiggle. 

“Whatever,” Chan grunted, still too gone in his pleasure to care that much about my shenanigans. He immediately caged me in with his thighs, fumbling with his erect cock before aligning the tip with my aching cunt. I was relieved when he started jostling his cock back where it belonged, meandering in elegant strokes that resulted in the best friction.

“Make sure you come,” I told him while decorating the pale skin of his shoulders with nail marks as I reached behind me. 

“You first,” Chan insisted, and my heart warmed at his selflessness even while it felt like all the blood inside of me was rushing south, moving through my veins and spilling over with a rapid descent that left me seeing white while Chan moved even quicker, thrusting like a man deprived. 

I felt him come only moments later with the familiar heat that I had grown to appreciate more and more over the last few months. Thereafter, I immediately reached for a pillow from behind me, wincing at the sensitivity that lingered between my legs. “What are you doing?” Chan asked when he collapsed on the bed next to me.

“It’s supposed to help,” I said, raising my hips to place the pillow directly underneath me. “This article said that raising your legs after sex can improve your chances.”

“That seems ridiculous, Y/N,” Chan said. 

“Hey! Blame your sperm,” I countered. “It’s not my fault they need an extra boost.”

“My sperm are just fine,” Chan grunted. “You heard the doctor. They’re excellent swimmers.”

“This is just a precaution,” I told him, sighing in relief when I reached down to cup my heat, ensuring that all of Chan’s cum stayed inside where it belonged.

For the past several weeks, work had become something of a chore that I was forced to endure on a regular basis. It was often a struggle to force my way through piles of paperwork or tedious emails that always said much of the same thing. After a while, I would find myself glaring at the clock because I was quite certain that time was moving slow for the sole purpose of annoying me.

There was also the issue of dealing with my colleagues, especially the ones who liked to gossip and had effectively made a whole thing out of my failed attempts at pregnancy. “Oh, Y/N,” they would tell me. “It’s been three months, hasn’t it?”

Like they didn’t have anything better to do with their lives besides meddle in mine. But the worst of them all were the ones who decided that they were some kind of authority figures and tried to give me helpful “advice.” Everything from the shit that I had already heard from my doctor and the articles online, to bizarre practices that left me wondering where they found their information.

My manager’s personal assistant was a frequent advocate. She was far more insistent than the rest of them because she already had two kids at home who she described as future Mozarts in the making. And because she had already been successful (twice, I might add), she always sat next to me at lunch with a new suggestion that supposedly guaranteed fertilization.

“It could be that he’s under too much pressure,” she told me before biting into her salad.

“I’m asking him to have sex with me, not invent a new computer,” I grumbled.

“Yeah, but I’m sure you’ve both been having a lot of sex, which might seem like a good idea,” she continued. “But it might actually turn out to be far worse.”

“What do you suggest then? Should I kick him out of the bedroom for a week or two?” I snarked, but she was hardly bothered by my sarcastic attitude.

“My husband and I tried stimulating him more directly,” she explained. “Maybe you could try it out.”

“How so?”

“It’s something like a prostate massage,” she revealed in a hushed tone as if it was top-secret information. “There’s all kinds of information about it on the internet.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I said, wanting nothing more than to brush aside her words, but maybe I was too desperate because I found myself skimming through countless articles after lunch, soaking in the vast amounts of information that I uncovered.

And I left the office that day with a new strategy in mind to surprise my husband.

The moment I first walked through the door, I was yanking off my jacket and calling for Chan who ducked his head out of our bedroom. “Why the hell are you yelling?”

“Because I have a wonderful idea,” I said, practically skipping over to him and offering him a deep kiss.

“Y/N,” Chan murmured against my touch, grabbing my shoulders to pull me back. “What are you going on about?”

“Just take your stupid clothes off,” I said, skirting past him into the bedroom. “I want you naked on the bed.”

“You’re already horny?” Chan chuckled, but he made no protest of yanking his shirt over his head.

“I want to try something,” I told him, opening the door to our closet to search for something that we hadn’t used together in a long time.

“Should I be afraid?” Chan asked, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as he fisted his half-hard erection.

“Not if you have an open mind,” I said, turning around to hold up the bottle of lube, and Chan’s smile instantly vanished.

“What’s that for?”

“Well, tonight I’m using it on you,” I said, laughing at the way his forehead creased in confusion. “My co-worker actually made a pretty useful recommendation today.”

“Okay?...” Chan trailed off with an expression of perfect concentration - like he was doing his absolute best to understand.

“The internet called it prostate milking,” I explained, biting my lower lip to keep myself from laughing at the horrified expression on Chan’s face. “I want to stimulate your prostate.”

“Why the hell would you do that?” Chan asked.

“Look, it has a lot of medical benefits,” I said. “Plus, I read that it can feel really good.”

Chan squired anxiously on the bed when I sat down next to him, and I could see that his cock was perfectly flaccid between his legs. “I don’t know, Y/N-”

“Don’t worry,” I interrupted him. “This is perfectly normal. Now, be a good boy for me and get on your hands and knees.”

Chan frowned. “Good boy?” he grumbled before obeyed my command, crawling his way up the bed to position himself in the way I had suggested.

“There we go,” I said, softly running a hand down his spine. 

“So far, I’m not impressed,” Chan muttered.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” I said, situating myself behind him before palming his ass. “This looks better than I remember, Channie.”

“Yeah, I guess the squats helped,” Chan said, and he flinched when I snapped a glove in place over my right hand. “What’s that for?”

“You think I’m gonna mess around your ass without a glove?” I snorted. “That’s not very hygienic.”

“Hygienic, yeah, okay,” Chan huffed, and he let out a noise somewhere between a whine and a grunt when I opened the bottle of lube and drizzled some on my fingertips. 

“Hold still,” I said, trying to get him to relax when my finger started circling his asshole, pushing against the tight muscle which wasn’t so easy to penetrate. However, with enough perseverance, I forced one finger inside and heard Chan release a rather unattractive sound.

“How does it feel?” I asked him, trying to move my finger around like I had read online.

“It just feels like you’ve shoved your finger up my ass,” Chan snapped, and I knew not to take it personally since he wasn’t so willing to go along with my crazy scheme in the first place.

“Don’t be so tense,” I said, rubbing my hand along his lower back. “Should I use more lube?”

“Fuck, I don’t know, Y/N,” Chan groaned, and I could tell that he was growing frustrated.

I was also losing confidence - wondering if this had been a bad idea because it definitely wasn’t as easy as my co-worker promised. Plus, I could tell that Chan was uncomfortable, squirming around under me while his cock hung limply between his legs. Clearly, he wasn’t finding any pleasure from this, and maybe it was entirely my fault for jumping into this without more preparation. 

“Shit, Chan,” I said, removing my finger while releasing a sigh. “I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have done this.”

I cleared my throat, feeling increasingly anxious when Chan refused to respond to my apology. He was still supporting himself on his hands in front of me, chest heaving up and down with each breath. I could see that the bright red tint to his ears betrayed his embarrassment and that only made me feel worse because the last thing I wanted to do was make this bad for him.

Eventually, Chan rolled off to the side of the bed, collecting his sweatpants from the floor before walking into the bathroom. I closed my eyes when the door slammed behind him, and I quietly left the bedroom to give Chan some privacy because it was obvious that he wasn’t pleased with the situation. 

So much for my co-worker’s stupid suggestion.

However, in the grand scheme of things, I was always the first to recognize when my actions warranted reprimand. 

After sleeping on the couch in the living room, I woke-up with a sore lower back and a guilty conscious. Chan had already left for work that morning, and he probably hadn’t paid me a single glance. But I probably deserved his wrath, which meant I would do everything that I could to make it up to him.

Consequently, I found myself flashing a bright smile at Chan’s office secretary who greeted me politely before calling Chan’s phone to see if he had some time to see me. There was a small part of me which worried that Chan might send me away because of last night’s events. Thankfully, his secretary waved me inside and I took a deep breath before opening the door while carrying the packed lunch I prepared for him.

Once inside, Chan offered me a cursory glance that only lasted a brief moment until his attention was once again focused on the file in front of him. “Channie,” I said, wincing at my shrill tone. “I brought you some lunch.”

I hesitated when Chan didn’t respond - walking over to his desk to carefully deposit the bag on his desk. I waited for a brief moment, but Chan refused to acknowledge me, which meant I needed to approach him more directly.  “I’m sorry about last night, Channie,” I said, coming around his desk to perch myself on the edge. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m also sorry about the past few months because I’ve been so desperate to finally have my positive pregnancy test that I started to really neglect you.”

The pen Chan had been writing with stopped in the middle of whatever sentence he had been writing, and my husband finally allowed me the privilege of looking into his dark brown eyes. “It’s hard for me to stay mad at you, Y/N,” Chan said, and I nearly burst into tears at the simple declaration.

“You deserve to be mad at me,” I said. “I can’t believe you let me get away with acting like this. You should get the husband of the year award or whatever.”

Chan chuckled, tossing his pencil aside. “Sweetheart, I know how much this means to you, and I want it just as much, but maybe it would be nice if we could be intimate sometimes without worrying about whether or not we’re following all those advice columns you read.”

“You’re right,” I agreed, and I pushed myself away from the edge of the desk and fell onto my knees in front of him - reaching out to grab his thighs between my hands. “What if I blew you right here in the office?”

Chan’s answering moan was enough to solidify my resolve, and I easily worked apart the belt fastening around his suit pants. My fingers worked with an experienced touch because this wasn’t the first time we had done something like this in his big executive office and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. “Fuck, Y/N,” Chan said, grabbing large handfuls of my hair while directing my lips closer to his exposed cock-head. 

“Let me take care of you, darling,” I said, offering a tentative lick to his pulsating tip. Chan was already hard, and I gave him a few strokes with my hand before allowing my mouth to take care of the rest - opening wide to take him as deep as I could without gagging. 

“Look at you,” Chan snarled, and his fingers traced the seam of my lips stretched obscenely around his cock. 

I moaned around his erection, and Chan closed his eyes as he fingers tightened their hold - hips moving every so often to force his cock even further down my throat. But I’m sure it made for one hell of a visual, and I hollowed my cheeks as I ran my tongue across the distinct vein trailing along the underside. 

“Keep going,” Chan said, and I could tell that he was close. And I started bobbing my head up and down, mimicking the same effect of his cock fucking my pussy, relaxing my throat and encouraging Chan to do whatever he needed to push himself over the edge.

He eventually came with an exaggerated groan, and I wrinkled my nose at the taste of him. Yet, I knew better than to let anything go to waste, and I struggled around the rawness of my throat as I swallowed - swiping my tongue around the head of his spent cock to clean up the excess.

“Was it good?” I asked him with a hoarse voice.

“Of course it was,” Chan replied, encouraging me off the floor and into his lap. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I listened to his heart slow back down to normal. “Thank you, Y/N,” he said, teasing his lips across mine. “You’re not gonna freak out over the fact that we just wasted my perfectly good semen?”

I rolled my eyes before playfully hitting his shoulder. “It’s never a waste if it makes you come like that.”

He smiled, bringing out the fullness of his dimples, and we sat together while Chan ate his lunch and I mindlessly talked about the latest office gossip. It was moments like these that I loved more than anything about my marriage to Chan - pregnancy be damned. Ironically, it was only a few weeks later that I found myself looking down at a thin white strip with a blue cross displayed across the surface: positive.

#stayverse #skzsmutnetwork #skzwriternet #stray kids fanfic #skz fanfic #skz scenarios #skz imagines #bang chan fanfic #chan fanfic #skz chan fanfic #bang chan smut #chan smut #skz smut #skz fluff #skz reader insert

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SPOILERS FOR INFINITE DARKNESS BELOW

As promised, this is the Claire and Leon post. I will include my thoughts underneath a keep reading line. 

Firstly, I am going to talk about Leon. His characterization here seems all over the place. While he may be irritated about the Raccoon City coverup and wants to end bioterror, he doesn’t really seem it aside from the anger he expresses to Jason. Additionally, they really tried to lean in to the Lady’s Man persona by having him ask Shen May out to dinner the second they are left alone and then have it happen again with Claire (He assumes that she is calling him out for dinner) and it just felt jarring. (Or as I thought at the time, it made him seem lonely--constantly seeking companionship.) My husband who was watching it with me said many times that he just didn’t understand Leon. Wouldn’t he want the same things Shen May and Jason do--to expose the coverup--given his history? And I tried to defend Leon because it’s complicated and, to me, his reluctance to expose the US government boils down to Claire and Sherry’s safety--specifically Sherry. The girl is a powerful bargaining chip for Leon. However, this isn’t anything shown to us and is just...speculation.

Now for Claire. I hate how little screen time she got and how careless they made her. The appearance of her motel wall tells us that she has been researching this for a long time--likely since finding that sketch by the young boy. She is smart enough to make the necessary connections without Jason or Shen May giving her that information. (So, despite the end of the series, I believe she will go public with the information and it will be convincing enough to at least cause questions to be asked of the US government.) Despite this showcasing of capability, they made her so careless with that information otherwise. Loudly announcing that she found an incriminating note at the scene of a MAD DOG’s suicide to the man that was likely implicated in it?! This woman has survived TWO zombie infestations and yet she chooses a lamp as her weapon of choice when someone breaks into her motel room? She screams before hitting--announcing her attack and giving him time to turn around?? Leaving the door open instead of shutting it and locking it in case another agent is just behind him?? Like, come on, Claire. You are better than this. Her personality was pretty spot on to what I was expecting though: snarky, sarcastic, and straightforward. They didn’t exactly make her a damsel in distress either, so that was a positive. She did get kidnapped, but she got out of the situation mostly on her own; she just needed a hand up which Leon provided. 

Let’s talk that scene. It was the typical ship-tease that I expected to find. She falls on top of him and they have a Cloud/Tifa moment and the way they were looking at one another was *chef’s kiss*. He looks at her so softly and she takes a minute to look at him; they are also so slow to get up. 

Now, the ending scene that everyone has been saying is the end of Cleon. I have already expressed in a re-blogged post that I don’t believe that is the intention. They are arguing about a difference in methods, yes, but that doesn’t mean anything has ended between them. That isn’t how relationships work; one argument doesn’t end everything. They are still friends; they still share that bond; they still care for another. Their argument can boil down to Leon wanting to protect her and Claire wanting to push forward despite the backlash. 

My initial reaction to Leon’s answer to Claire’s request that he stop babying her was a disappointed “awe” because it felt like this was Capcom’s way of saying they were platonic only but then the scene from before directly contradicts that. So, I believe that maybe they were attempting to show that Leon cares and wants to protect her and he puts that before her immediate happiness--as shown by him denying her the chip. She may be angry at him, but at least she’s safe from any fallout. However, I did feel it was a little out of character. Because he doesn't treat her like a child. He has always treated her like his partner. Raccoon City proved they could lean on one another; even if she is younger than him, she proved herself capable and he respects the shit out of her. Harvardville, he had no hesitation in building her up and defending why she should have a say in their plans; he established she is his equal outloud and backed it up by throwing her his gun without hesitation. He does not treat her like a child; he treats her like his occasionally very rash partner.

As for Claire’s reaction, her anger is understandable. This is after Raccoon City, after Harvardville, after his promise to her that he will bring an end to bioterror. She knows what she will be getting into by making the information on Jun See’s chip public; she is ready for those risks, but Leon isn’t so he is denying her the chip. Partly because the narrative of Resident Evil demands he not be. I fully believe that he does want the coverup exposed; he wants to end bioterror and show the people cultivating it that they can’t get away with it, but he has connections that complicate outright exposing the coverup immediately after the President’s speech. If he sides with her, there is Sherry to consider. So, in my opinion, he’s playing the long game or at the very least waiting until the time is right to expose the information---NOT after a public speech by the president (and his father figure) that promotes peace. Even if Leon had wanted to explain, I don’t imagine Claire is in the mood to listen. Maybe once she cools down, she will be because I highly doubt the way they ended their conversation was satisfying for her.    

 So, I don’t expect that this is the end. 

Now I don’t know that I expect a season 2 simply because Resident Evil doesn’t have a history of providing sequels to their CGI movies. 

#resident evil #resident evil infinite darkness #leon s kennedy #Claire Redfield #Cleon #claire x leon #re cleon #my thoughts

[vegan-peppermint]

Long-run part 4

(What happened last night- part 4)

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter- Marauders Era

Chapter summery: You talk about what has happened with Lily and James . (honestly you can skip this part, there is no Sirius action just some things for character development and stuff. Not my best work but yea. It doesn’t rlly affect the storyline so you can skip np. Kinky stuff in part 5 and part 1XDXD)

Warnings: None

word count: 1,3 k

Part 3 part 5

Masterlist

Buy me a coffee

     Lily stared into her hot chocolate while listening to your story. The Gryffindor Commonroom wasn’t the best place to talk shit about one of The Marauders but it will have to do. It’s not like the word of your big fight hasn’t gotten all over the school already(your year at least). Everyone had a different version of you and Sirius’ fight but everyone seemed to believe anything but the truth. Some said you stood him up for that Slytherin, others that he already cheated before the first date and whatnot. The only one who seemed to listen was your best friend (and roommate) Lily.

   “Do you think I was too though, Lily?” you questioned, looking for affirmation.

   “No, not at all! I’m really happy you are standing up for yourself!” she smiled looking up at you. “Don’t get me wrong, you are not a push-over, no, not at all! It’s just,” she stopped weighing whether to tell you or not. “It’s just you are different with Sirius, you always have!”

    You just stared at her wide-eyed. What is that supposed to mean? If anything it was the opposite, you were always fighting with Sirius, ALWAYS.

    Lily caught on your confusion so she clarified:

    “Even if you two weren’t always nice with each other, you always put him first. After every little fight or contradiction, you would usually side with him. Because that’s all your fights were, teases.” She smiled mischievously before adding “I always thought it was just you being a brat for him to tame, but it’s just my opinion.”

  “Gosh, Lily! Can you just stop over-analyzing my every action? Not everything is about kinks or whatever goes on in your sick head!” you tried to look hurt but couldn’t help a smirk. You truly did try to tease Sirius just to have him snap back from time to time, but only now you realized you’ve let him get too comfortable with you doing what he said. If Lily was so good at reading you maybe she did the same with Sirius, but you didn’t have time to even start your sentence when James (quite literally) threw himself on the couch next to Lily.

    “Hello, ladies!” he awkwardly stated while looking directly at you with a dumb smile. “I heard what happened today,” he continued not looking away “and I just wanted to say. On behalf of Sirius that he is sorry.” He talked like one of these politicians with sticks up their arses.

    “Don’t even sta-“

    “And that,” he quickly cut you off, speaking louder this time “he is a man, and men are usually stupid.”

    You heard Lily hum in agreement before sipping more of her drink. James ignored her and continued with his presidential speech.

    “Especially the ones that are in love. And Sirius is no superhuman. He is an arrogant prick but, ladies, he’s a prick in love.” he ended dramatically.

    He looked really proud of himself which only made both you and Lily burst out laughing. James relaxed a bit himself and looking at you two couldn’t help but give in. You and your best friends laughing like crazy on a cold Saturday night near the fireplace. This was a feeling you haven’t experienced in a while and it made you feel, even if for one second, a familiar warmth in your chest before coming back to the real world and realizing things were never going to be like this again. You stopped laughing, feeling lonely again. You looked at them who didn’t even notice this change in you and smiled. They are a couple now, they are happy without you and who on earth are you to blame them? You were happy for them, truly, but you felt like you were, even if still their best friend, an outsider.

    “Y/N, I’m serious though.” James continued making you refocus. “Sirius is head over heels in love with you.”

    “I find that hard to believe.” Which you did. Not only did he never show any sign of affection (besides making out while passed out drunk), he usually wasn’t talking to you directly at all (again, besides when alcohol kicked in). Honestly, you wouldn’t be surprised if he just didn’t want to hurt your feelings after what happened at the party so he asked you on a date.

   James gave you the warmest smile you have ever received which made you feel, by all means, uncomfortable. He looked at you like a child looks at the stray dog he just fed: benevolent, for sure, but hidden hints of pity.

    “You have no idea how much he talks about you.”He rolled his eyes grinning. “Day and night while trying to act cool.” He dragged his voice before making a very smug face which defiantly resembled Sirius: “Have you seen Y/N today? No, I wasn’t looking for her just noticed she’s not here yet. I wonder if Y/N would like these chocolates, I don’t want to buy them for her or anything, dude! She just seems like she would like strawberries I dunno.” He really got into character, it was hard to bring him back after a while.

    “My point, Y/N” his eyes were fixed on yours and you felt he was serious. “I know Sirius, I really do. I’ve heard him talk about a million girls but never have I heard a girl’s name more than once. Except yours. Which was annoyingly more than once, believe me.” He bit his lower lips before continuing. “Sirius is very, very dumb. But I’m telling you if there is one person for you, it’s him. He is already very loyal to you, has been since the beginning of the year. Won’t talk about it but I’ve seen him refusing any kind of advance from any girl besides you. He has a lot to learn, for sure, but if you are willing to take him I promise you” he leaned closer, “he will be the best thing for you.”

    You looked at Lily for confirmation which she didn’t exactly offer you. She smiled softly before looking away which gave it away she had another opinion. You wanted to ask her but not right now. It was clear she was not comfortable talking about this right now in front of James.

    You chatted for a bit more before Lily left for the library to study and Lupin came and picked up James. You were left once again alone with your thoughts. You didn’t really mind sitting alone until you raised your eyes which met Sirius’ across the room. Right now, you felt exposed and vulnerable. Luckily Sirius didn’t come over to you and went directly up the stairs to his dorm room. You exhaled relief before anxiety took over you again.  Why didn’t he come here, though? Has he already given up?

   It was Sunday morning and you were woken up way earlier than you planned. You were not sure what woke you up but it was 7 in the morning. You looked around and saw your roommates sleeping soundly which made you even angrier. Were you the only one who couldn’t sleep? Maybe it was the repetition of the conversation you had with James that was repaying in your head since it happened or just the stress about the gossips that woke you up. You decided it was too early to face the world so you flipped over your other side intending to fall asleep. However, you found a beautiful rose sitting on your nightstand with a note tied to it.

      Follow me

     You examined the note carefully before noticing some petals trailing to the door. Your first thought was a killer that wanted to lure you to your death. After giving it some thought you decided it was unrealistic and if it was true, you wouldn’t really mind it that much. So you hopped out of your bed and in your slippers and followed the flowers out the door.

//ok so this part wasn’t that exciting, also didn’t really spellchecked or proof read or whatever. I really wanted to post this chapter now. The next part will have smut I promise XDXD

Taglist: @dude-whatawave @skinnianna

#Sirius #sirius x you #sirius smut #sirius x y/n #sirius black #sirius black smut #sirius fluff #sirius black fluff #the marauders #the marauders smut #the marauders x reader #the marauders x y/n #the marauders era #fluff #smut

[eirist]

Little Bits and Pieces of Heaven

ATTIRE ON FIRE

One-shot #: 26

Disclaimer: One Piece (and its characters) belongs to Eiichiro Oda-sensei.

Reminder: I have no beta-reader. Any grammatical and spelling errors are solely mine.

Warning: OOC possible. One shot.

Rating: T (Slight suggestions)

Note: I’m kinda on a scribble roll here. Well actually, I’m trying to lessen my files. This idea came from an SBS that I read a few years back. I already drafted this one-shot right after that and forgot about it.

Summary: All of a sudden he was standing directly in front of her, looking down at her with a glint in his grey eye that tells her he’s gonna get retribution.

"Alright. Wear this!"

Something suddenly hit Zoro's face without warning. Cursing, he made a grab for it and an irritated expression appeared on his normally stoic face. He stared at the shirt in his hand before shifting half of his gaze to the orange-haired girl across him.

"Why?"

"Because," Nami placed both of her hands on her hips before pointing at the clothes he hastily threw on before running out of the men’s quarters after he heard her screeching his name. "Everything on you hurts my eyes!"

Zoro looked down at what he is wearing and frowned. "Then don't look!" He growled angrily before throwing the shirt right back at her face.

Nami let out a yelp when it hit her. She pulled the cloth away from her face before marching towards him.

"You are changing your clothes Zoro!" She forcefully shoved the shirt back into his arms, earning her a disgruntled ‘oi’. "I won't have you walking with me like this one big, fashion disaster that you are!" She gestured from his head down to his toes with one hand. “Unless you are trying to be a tree, I don’t know how you can think that that green and brown color combination will work!”

"The hell I care about how I look!" The tall lad snapped at her.

There was a pause and navigator's eyes narrowed into tiny, dangerous slits. And everyone who was outside the Sunny’s deck swore that at that very moment the sky turned dark and ominous as lightning flashed and thunder rumbled—a foreboding sign.

Zoro met Nami’s gaze directly, unflinchingly. Petty things like clothes don’t bother him at all. As long as there is something to wear no matter how ugly it is, he doesn’t give any shit about it.

Besides, like he’d let her have her way. Again. He already agreed to accompany her to town and be her pack mule for the day. And that was after she interrupted his post-lunch nap with all her shrieking.

Wasn’t that enough already?

"You. Are. Changing." Nami hissed through gritted teeth, punctuating each word threateningly.

“No. I’m. Not.” Zoro answered back, folding his arms across his chest with a huff.

"You are changing,” Nami repeated tautly. “Or I swear I'm gonna call Robin and have her use her devil fruit powers to pin you down while I change your clothes for you!"

Zoro look astounded for a second. Did she just threaten him with Robin?

Now this is something new. Whatever happened to the usual debt threats Nami loves subjecting him to?

Regardless, like hell he's gonna let the Hana Hana no mi user lay her multiple hands on him.

“Come on Nami, you can do better than that,” he snorted. “Now you’re using that gloomy woman to—”

“Ara, how rude…” Robin cut him off suddenly as she entered the room.

Zoro stiffened despite himself. After all, the story of Franky’s first-hand experience from Robin’s power was enough to give any Mugiwara man nightmares.

Even if that happened two years ago.

The archeologist glanced momentarily at the swordsman, her gaze piercing. Zoro did his best not to move or make another sound lest she breaks his neck.

Nami caught his reaction and a menacing smile appeared on her face. “Robin!” She exclaimed chirpily. “You’re just right on time!”

“Need help Nami?” With an ominous smile gracing her beautiful face, Robin inquired as she headed towards her side of the bed. “Is Zoro giving you trouble?”

Zoro glared scathingly at her. He opened his mouth to protest, but stopped himself right in time.

Nami eyes met Zoro’s as she answered smugly. “Yes he is!” Her gaze dared the green-haired man to contradict her.

It was Zoro’s turn to grit his teeth at her. But he still he held his tongue. He learned long ago never to butt heads with two women at the same time.

One is enough. And he already had his hands full with Nami. He didn’t need Robin joining the navigator in making his life more miserable in the ship. Though Robin is sensible most of the times… but she does have this weird affinity for scaring the shit out of her nakamas for her own amusement.

“Need a hand?” Robin coolly asked as she busily perused the pile of books on her night stand.

“No she doesn’t!” Zoro fiercely stated.

“Yes I do!” Nami answered at the same time.

Both glared daggers at each other as Robin chuckled. Oh, she’s used to it by now. After all, Zoro and Nami’s never-ending disagreements are always a source of entertainment on their ship.

“I don’t see what the hell is wrong with what I’m wearing.” Zoro finally grumbled.

Nami scowled in answer. “Everything.”

He snorted. “It’s just clothes woman.”

“An awful choice of clothes!”

“Why the hell do I need to dress up Nami?” Zoro complained, his tone cranky. “You’re just gonna use me as your pack mule for the day. Why do I need to look good for that?”

“I want my mule to look dashing.”

He scoffed. “Then take ero-cook! He does it better.”

Nami raised an eyebrow. “Oh,” she mouthed, a bit exaggeratedly. “So you admit there is something Sanji-kun’s better than you at?”

Silence.

And Robin fought the urge to giggle out loud. With the mention of their cook’s name, Zoro’s bound to hit the roof soon enough.

“That ero kappa will never be better than me at anything!” Zoro exploded.

“That’s not true, Sanji-kun’s better than you at cooking!”

Robin can actually feel Zoro seething from the other side of room. Trust Nami to rile him up so easily. Though she knows that after so much resistance (and shouting) from Zoro’s part… it will still end up the way it usually does. Their swordsman catering to Nami’s whims regardless of how inane it is.

Well, it’s actually good since there’s no need for her to use her powers. With how strong Zoro is, she doubts if she’ll be able to hold him down long enough.

That would be tiresome. She thought with an inward sigh.

Guess it’s just Zoro’s nature to go and face the enemy head on even if there’s no chance of winning.

With her chosen book in hand, the older woman turned to watch her friends. They are still glaring and gritting their teeth at each other. Robin took it as her cue to exit the room.

Whatever happens between her two nakamas after this, she’d rather not be caught across the crossfire no matter how amusing.

“Alright,” Nami suddenly sighed in a dejected manner, surprising Zoro when she gave up easily. “You can go and do whatever you want.”

Zoro stared at her in astonishment.

“I’ll just ask Sanji-kun to accompany me.” She began to tap a finger to her cheek as if she was thinking. "What was it that Luffy said?” Her brows furrowed as Zoro bristled, apparently aware of what was coming. “Oh! Worth a thousand men." She threw a sugar-sweet smile at Zoro. “Guess that is so true after all.”

That was all it took for Zoro to relent.

“Damn it! I’m changing alright!” Zoro barked as he shot Nami a venomous glare while the girl gave him a triumphant smirk that could rival a shark’s.

“Very good Zoro!” Nami gleefully nodded in approval, reveling at the fact that she won against the him for the umpteenth time. “Do it now. I promise I won’t peek.”

Zoro’s glare was enough to rival the coldness of Aokiji’s devil fruit powers.

And Robin just shook her head slightly at the already expected outcome.

“I’ll leave you two here,” she said with a small smile. Zoro was growling as he removed his shirt. Totally unbothered by their presence. “And Nami,” Robin called out to get the mapmaker’s attention who’s attention was fixed quite intently at the now stripping swordsman. We’ll be docking at the island’s port in half an hour according to Franky’s calculation.”

“If you have time, you can check if he is right.” She suggested, moving towards the room’s exit. A disembodied hand appeared to open the door’s knob even before she reached it.

“That is… if you’re not busy trying not to ‘peek’ while Zoro changes his clothes,” she said with a sly wink at Nami before exiting.

“ROBIN!” Nami all but screamed at her friend as the disembodied hand gave them a wave before closing the door and vanishing in a swirl of pinkish-white petals.

But not before surreptitiously locking it.

Nami turned beet red at that. Trust Robin to insinuate that and give Zoro something to tease her about.

A discarded shirt hit her. She scowled and her attention returned to the former pirate hunter who was unbuttoning his pants.

She glowered at him. “Don’t just strip down to your underwear like I’m not even here you moron! You could learn some modesty you know.”

“I don’t wanna hear that coming from you.” Zoro retorted before throwing his pants at her.

“HEY!”

“What? Don’t tell me you’re now being shy and all.” The grin on his face was vicious. “Besides, nothing here you haven’t seen before Nami.”

Blood rushed to her face at his statement. But definitely not because she was embarrassed or anything.

She didn’t answer and instead, grabbed the clothes she had picked for him earlier, throwing them at right at his face.

“Shut up and just get dressed Zoro. We’re wasting time!” She said with a huff. Kami knows how he needs direction with what is appropriate to wear just as how he needs direction with which way to go.

“I swear, you, Luffy and Chopper needs all the help you can get when it comes to fashion,” she muttered exasperatedly, as Zoro finished changing his clothes. She gave him a glance over and nodded approvingly. “That’s a heck lot better. You don’t look much of an eyesore now.”

“Oh good,” Zoro drawled sarcastically. “If this gets you off my back then I’m all for it.”

Nami beamed at him. “Glad we finally came to some kind of an agreement. If I get to dress you, then it would be less complaining from me, ne?”

Zoro remained passive at her declaration. “Great,” he grumbled rather sarcastically. “So you get to dress me now Nami?”

“If it makes you look better, then yes of course.”

He cocked an eyebrow at her before a smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. “Guess I have to return the favor then.”

Nami blinked. And when she realized what he was pertaining to she shook her head vehemently. “Oh no, no, no! You don’t get to dress me Zoro! Not in this life or the next!”

All of a sudden he was standing directly in front of her, looking down at her with a glint in his grey eye that tells her he’s gonna get retribution. “You’re mistaken.” He said with a sneer.

He stole a glanced on the room’s door that Robin conveniently locked earlier.

“What do you mean?”  

“You get to dress me? Then I get to undress you.”

Addendum: According to SBS Volume 37: Luffy, Zoro and Chopper cannot dress up on their own. If they do, it’s because either Sanji, Usopp, Nami or Robin is with them. It has merit. Remember that blue tank top in Skypiea that made Zoro look so hot? We have Nami to thank for that.

And Zoro does not really care about clothes and all but it’s just fun to play with this fact.

#zoro x nami #ZoNa #zonami #zonalove #zona one-shots #zona fanfiction #zoro nami fanfiction #roronoa zoro #nami

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

@sicktember Prompt # 15: Quarantine

Title: Priorities

Fandom: the Office

Michael comes to work sick and refuses to leave. The rest of the staff forces him to quarantine in his office.

Like everything about Michael Scott, his sneezes were dramatic and intended to attract attention. His co-workers were well aware of this, and could usually ignore him. However, when a person sneezes explosively several times as soon as they walk into a room, most people can't help but look. The loud, wet nose blow that followed only served to make more people look due to how disgusting it sounded. 

The reception desk was right inside the door, so of course Pam was closest to the display. She did her best not to make a face.

"Bless you, Michael," she said hesitantly. "Are you ok? You sound… sick."

"Idt's ndothi'g. Sndff. I'mb fide." The thick cough that followed blatantly contradicted his statement.

"Okay…."

Michael made his sniffling way to his office as most people's eyes followed him. He put his things down and sat at his desk, then pulled out a tissue and blew his nose-- loudly-- again. After rifling through some drawers, he rose and shuffled back into the main office, heading toward the supply shelves. 

He started sneezing once more as he walked past Dwight's desk, and was still sneezing as he walked past Andy's desk. Both men turned, giving him disgusted looks. 

"Dude, no one wants your germs. Don't share," said Andy. 

"I wouldn't share anythi'g with you even if you asked, Bernard," Michael snapped, grabbing a few reams of paper and a box of pens as he sniffled miserably.

Heading back to his office, Michael coughed wetly right by Jim's desk. Jim whipped around at the sound. 

"Not cool! You're sick. You should go home if you're going to be coughing and sneezing all over the rest of us."

"Corporate is comi'g today and buyi'g lundch. I can'dt mbiss thadt."

Jim rolled his eyes. "Really, Michael? You came into work sick for free lunch?"

"I'm the regional mbanager. If corporate comes, I should be here. For the free lundch. Also I mbaaay have run oud of sigck days. Budt really, I'mb fide. Ndothi'g to worry aboudt." 

Most people sighed or rolled their eyes, but the behavior was so typically Michael that they knew it was pointless to argue. Michael shuffled his way back into his office and closed the door, keeping his germs contained for the time being, so everyone tried to go back to working and ignoring him as usual. 

However, he made himself very difficult to ignore, with repeated, explosive sneezes that he hardly covered, let alone muffled. He also seemed more inclined than usual to wander around the office, getting into people's way, apparently determined to make everyone aware of his illness. 

Angela immediately put on a surgical mask and rubber gloves, as did Oscar. Phyllis walked away whenever he came near. Creed seemed to be trying to get Michael to sneeze directly onto him. Stanley somehow rolled his eyes even more than usual, hiding behind his computer monitor whenever their boss was in the vicinity.

Two hours into the workday, everyone was fed up with him. The next time Michael tried to leave his office, Dwight leapt up, standing in the doorway with a cloth over his face, blocking Michael's path. 

"Stop right there. I'm sorry I have to do this Michael, but you're putting this whole office at risk of infection. I can't allow this to continue. So effective immediately, I'm sentencing you to be quarantined in your office for the rest of the day. You will be allowed to emerge for lunch only. This is for your own good."

Michael had the gall to look shocked. "Budt… whadt aboudt bathroom breaks?"

"I will allow you to go once in the morning and once in the afternoon. Just don't drink much today."

"You're idsade."

"It must be done. We can't risk everyone being out of commission at once. The men in the office will take shifts guarding your door so you don't try to escape. Let us know if you need anything and we'll do our best to accommodate."

Most of the men protested loudly. Jim and Pam shared an amused look, then Jim stood up. 

"I volunteer for the first guard shift. If it gets me out of work, I'm all for it."

"Way to be a team player, Jim," Dwight said approvingly, returning to his desk. 

Once more everyone tried to get back to work, except Jim, who was having a lot of fun teasing Michael. Jim pretended he couldn't understand what his boss was saying, forcing Michael to pantomime that he was hungry, at which point Jim began to toss a single cheese puff at a time through the cracked office door, which kept Michael occupied for quite some time. Pam watched the whole thing, giggling every now and then. It was quite distracting to the the rest of the office too, though most pretended to ignore them. 

Once Michael's hunger was sated, and it was clear everyone was serious about keeping him quarantined, he sat at his desk and actually tried to work for a while. His illness started to get the better of him however, and his eyes grew heavy. In no time he was fast asleep on his desk with his head pillowed in his arms and snoring loudly.

Shortly after he fell asleep, corporate arrived with the caterers and began to set up for lunch while Michael slept on. Noon rolled around and he was still sleeping, so everyone quietly went to the conference room to eat, leaving him alone in his office. 

"I kinda feel bad for him," Pam murmured as they ate their free sandwiches. "He probably really doesn't feel well. Some food would probably help."

"Do you want to be the one to go wake him up? Because I'm not doing it," Jim said. "I prefer my sandwiches mucus-free, and these won't be if he comes in here right now. Just let him sleep. He needs it."

"So… when are you gonna wake him then?"

"If we're lucky… at 4:55 as I'm walking out the door."

#sicktember2021 #sickfic #prompt 15 #everyone is hotter with a fever

[youngerdrgrey]

a choice for the choiceless // a Batwoman, post-2x15 fic

about: Post 2x15, the ladies of the Bat Team try to help their friend, who seems almost resentful to be alive. How do you help someone when they’re in a place like this? + read on ao3

Notes: there was a lot in 2x15 (“Armed and Dangerous”), and this is partially me processing my own feelings, as well as everyone else’s. Spoilers below for that episode, as it picks up close after. Features the whole of our Bat Team; some Hamilfox and hints of Wildmoore feels here as well

Content Warnings: brief talk of suicidal ideology, hopelessness, and systemic violence against Black people

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Luke stares out the window at The Hold Up. His shoulders cave inwards, and his neck strains to make up for the fact that he hasn’t totally turned towards the light. He watches it though. Tracks the people on the street while Sophie crosses back over to him with their coffees.

It’s been three days since Luke woke up from his coma. Sophie hasn’t spent a lot of time with him since then. Mostly, she talks with Jacob about what a new version of the Crows would require. She texts with Mary and Ryan, who swear that Luke will be back to his old self any day now. But Sophie wants to see for herself how he’s doing.

She sets his hot cup in front of him. The steam slips from the top of it. He glances over and nods his thanks in her direction.

Sophie starts light. “I’ve been meaning to congratulate you. You and Ryan really had me going when I ‘introduced’ you that day.” They’d pretended not to know each other, which gave Ryan a chance to poke fun at Luke. “I should’ve known you were joking. You don’t seem like a sweet drinks kind of guy.”

Luke picks up his cup. “I’m not.”

“Not the talkative kind of guy either?” she asks. Luke sighs into the top of his cup. Sophie offers a smile. “Hey, totally fine. I just wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“Probably about as good as you,” he says. His nostrils flare before he swipes under his nose. “Kate’s gone. Your mom won’t talk to you. The Crows are completely dismantled. In a few short months, you’ve essentially lost everything that you’ve spent your whole life working towards. How are you, Soph?”

On edge, with that list.

Sophie shifts back in her seat to get away from the cold facade that’s taken over Luke. She sips her own drink to buy a moment to process. He doesn’t mean to be blunt. He’s deflecting rather than talking about himself, but if Sophie can say the right thing, then maybe her words can help him out too.

“I’m… managing. I would much rather see all of this as a chance to start over.” At least that’s how she’s trying to see things. “Jacob’s getting clean. Ryan and I aren’t constantly fighting. She actually sat next to me on the couch yesterday without comment, so…. There's good stuff happening too. It’s not just a loss.”

Luke meets her eyes for a moment, but the warmth and curiosity that’s normally there is gone. Snuffed out. He takes another swig of his coffee, then sets the empty cup back onto the table.

“Glad to hear it,” he deadpans. “I’ll see you at the office.”

He pushes his chair back, and Sophie can’t find the words to tell him to stop. He walks off without another look at her. Sophie grabs her phone from her bag and calls Ryan.

Ryan speaks immediately. “Hey, how is he?”

Sophie sighs. “He’s still off.”

A walk sign beeps on Ryan’s end of the call. She says, “He came back from the dead. It can take a lot out of someone.”

“You bounced back pretty quick.” If Sophie remembers correctly, Ryan was back on the streets immediately. Sophie mourned Kate, and Ryan as Batwoman tore through the streets to try and take down the False Face Society. She didn’t shut down like this.

“I don’t think we can compare these. I said my goodbyes on that island, but Luke experienced one of the worst fears that we could have. Not to mention the constant think pieces and hashtags and infographics with him at the center. Give him some time. He’ll be fine.”

Luke has been a trending topic since the day of his shooting. Maybe he does only need time. Maybe he’ll snap out of it. But when Alice kidnapped Sophie nearly a year ago, Sophie would wake up from nightmares of being on that beam again. Nightmares where Batwoman didn’t swoop in, or the bomb went off, or Alice simply killed her. Sophie doesn’t have those nightmares much anymore. But sometimes, when she’s really stressed, or feeling extra alone, she can feel the winds whipping around her still.

Sophie clears her throat and clutches her phone a little tighter to her face. “Just keep an eye on him, okay?”

“I’m walking into the Tower right now. We’ve got him. Don’t worry.”

“Says the girl who cried in my arms last week.”

Ryan inhales sharply. “We’re not talking about that.”

Sure thing. They can just gloss over the fact that Ryan sank into Sophie’s arms like it was natural, or that they’d spent nearly ten minutes like that, just holding on and hoping that he would be okay. They’re still holding, even if they won’t admit it.

“Talk to him, Ryan. See if he talks back.”

“I will.”

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 Ryan puts off having a heart to heart with Luke for a few days. He’s clearly not in the mood. Every time she even tries to talk to him, he shuts her down like it’s her first week in the Bat Team all over again. So, she waits until he’s busy and tries to meet him where he’s at — beating the shit out of the punching bag in the Batcave.

The lights are barely on, so the Cave’s half in shadow. From the moment the elevator descends, all Ryan hears is the thick thud of the punching bag. The quick, hard hits of his bare fists. Luke hops from foot to foot in his fighting stance.

Ryan keeps her voice playful. “Try picking on someone your own size.” She sets him up with that. He’s got quite a few inches on her. He’d called her pocket size a few months back when she tried to show how threatening she could be outside of the suit.

But this version of Luke doesn’t even look at her. His whole body’s glistening with sweat at this point, and he grunts out, “I’m good,” before launching into a quick combo on the bag.

Ryan breezes down the catwalk to get to the training area. Closer now, he looks smaller than he used to. Like he’s not eating and instead spends all his time putting on tank tops and joggers and hiding out from the people who care about him. 

She pops into her own fighting stance a few steps out of the danger zone. 

“Well, I’m really good. I don’t mean to brag, but I am teaching multiple martial arts classes.”

He does a spin kick that sends the bag moving a lot further than it used to. How much time has he been spending down here? What’s he preparing for?

Luke steadies the bag. “I don’t want to fight you, Ryan.”

She takes the pause in his practice to grab the other side of the bag. 

“Don’t worry, I can go easy on you. Since you’re still healing and all.” She offers him a teasing smile. His cue to joke back. It might’ve taken them a while to get there, but Ryan and Luke normally play like siblings. She’s never had a brother before him. She doesn’t want to fight either.

He sighs. “Desert rose healed me all up. It’s like it—” He readjusts the wraps on his hands. Finally, he meets her eyes, and the rage in them contradicts how forcibly still his voice sounds. “It’s like it never happened.”

Ryan says, “That’s a good thing, right? You don’t have to worry about scars come summertime.”

Luke jerks his head to the side to tell her to move. Ryan reluctantly lets the bag go, and he gets back to punching. His breath comes out short, but the way he’s hitting feels emotional. Sporadic and pained.

She takes a shaky breath. “Okay, not a good thing. You seem angry. I get anger. You said yourself that I charge into fights that I know I can’t win, and maybe that’s what I’m doing with you.” She has to talk louder over his increased punching speed. “If you want to fight, then we’ll fight. If you want to scream, then we can scream. But this silent brooding thing isn’t you, Luke.”

His head whips around to face her. The bag nearly hits him back as he scoffs at her. “You’ve known me less than a year. You have no idea who I am. Or what I want.”

She reaches her hands out to him. “Then tell me,” she pleads. “Because I want my friend back.”

The fire in his eyes gives way to something hollow. Something aching. He gulps. “Well, you got him.”

“Don’t sound so sad about it,” she says. His jaw twitches, and his nostrils flare. “Wait…. Are you sad about being back?”

Luke starts unwrapping his hands. “I’m fine, Ryan.”

She crosses over to get directly in his face. “But are you happy? Are you upset? Are you—”

“I’m fine!” he yells. His voice echoes through the Batcave, and Ryan flinches. He takes a second to drop his eyes before storming straight for the elevator. He calls over his shoulder. “You can tell Sophie that too.”

Ryan waits until he’s inside the elevator to reply. “What about Mary? You want me to lie to her too?”

Luke’s face crumbles. Then he steadies it back to stone. “Tell her whatever you want. I can’t stop you.” He flips the switch to leave.

Ryan screams because she knows he’ll hear it. Throws her weight behind a punch that sends the bag rattling on its chain.

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 “See,” Sophie holds her glass up for Ryan to refill, “I told you.” She frowns as she says it, which does make her normal righteousness less pronounced. The fact that she’s curled into herself on Ryan and Mary’s couch also helps lessen the blow.

Ryan dumps the last of their shared wine bottle into Sophie’s glass before plopping the bottle onto the coffee table. She settles back into her half of the couch.

Mary speaks up from her seat in the comfy chair. “What else can we do? If he’s not talking to any of us, or a therapist, then how are we supposed to get Luke back?”

Sophie shrugs. 

Ryan suggests, “We could reach out to Stephanie. Maybe a nerd date will help Luke feel better.”

Mary says, “Just because you started dating Imani immediately after—”

Ryan cuts in, “I didn’t date her immediately after—”

Mary gets louder. “Yeah, you kind of did. Angelique left on the 3:15 train out of Gotham, and Imani came in at 3:30.” She rubs the tense spot between her eyebrows. “No judgment, but maybe that’s not the answer.”

Ryan glances to Sophie for a little support, but the ex-Crow finds her wine real interesting around then. Ryan should defend herself. She dated Imani to get out of her head. Angelique was her first love, but she and Ang weren’t meant to be each other’s only relationship. Waiting around wouldn’t have changed the fact that Ang was starting a new life. Ryan had to start one too.

She shifts on the couch, so her knees can tuck under her body better. Her leg bumps into Sophie’s, and neither of them make a move to shift away. Sophie stares down at their point of contact.

“Maybe he just needs to know we’re here for him. We keep showing up, and eventually, he’ll have to talk to us.”

Ryan nods. “In that case, you’re up, Mary.”

Mary sighs into her wine. “No pressure, right?”

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Mary and Luke don’t hang out a ton in the real world. Usually, they’re in the Batcave when they spend time together. Or he helps her at the clinic. So, she figures that she shouldn’t exactly rock the boat too far.

Luke sits down on one of the exam chairs in the clinic. The whole space is empty, with the closed sign on the front door. He shrugs out of his jacket. She tries not to look as nervous as she feels.

“Thanks for coming down.” She wrings her hands before stopping herself and planting them firmly against her sides. “I wanted to see how the desert rose in your blood compares to mine, or Ryan’s. So, uh, it shouldn’t take too long to do the draw.”

Luke nods. “Sure thing.” He rolls the sleeve of his left arm up. “I’m all yours.”

“Right.” She chuckles, but it’s a breathless kind. The kind that she needs to clear her throat to cover.

The tray’s already prepped beside him with the needle and test tubes. She rolls her own chair to stop beside him. It’s honestly the closest they’ve been since he’s gotten out of the hospital. He probably doesn’t even remember her being there. Or what she said about needing him just before he came back. That’s probably too intense of a topic to start with.

She ties a band on his arm to make his veins pop. She wouldn’t need it normally. Luke’s got great veins. Great skin in general. Softer than she’d expect for a guy who spends all his time in the same suit. She actually hasn’t seem him in casual clothes that often, come to think of it. Does he own casual clothes?

Luke chuckles. “You’re thinking pretty hard there. First time?”

Mary springs for the needle. “Ha ha. I just… started thinking about… my dad. Because of veins! And Snakebite. He’s, um… doing better?”

He smiles at her, like actually gives a short glimpse of connection. “That’s really good to hear.”

Mary runs with it. “Yeah, and he’s talking about his feelings. And Alice even warned me that somebody might try to hurt me. It’s weird, and I don’t want Alice as my family, but it’s also nice to not feel super alone….” She pricks him then. His face scrunches for a second, and she watches the vial fill up rather than watching his face. “It’s why I’m so grateful to you and Ryan and Sophie. You’ve been my family through all of this. I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Luke’s left arm twitches, but it doesn’t feel like a blood thing. More like he wants to reach out with it. She keeps her eyes low and unlatches the first vial. Grabs the second and lets that one fill too.

Luke says, “I guess it’s different for me. I have my mom, but…. Did you know she calls me every single day for check-ins?” He sounds tired but amused. “She sent me an Amazon link for a bulletproof vest yesterday. Never mind the fact that I run Wayne Tech and have literally made a better one in my sleep.” His jaw trembles. “But I get it. She almost lost me in the same exact way that we lost my dad. I-I almost did that to her.”

Mary scrambles to say, “You didn’t do anything.”

“I would have. If… if the choice were up to me, I would not have come back.” He turns to face Mary again. “A-and I love my mom. And I love our team. But I am so tired of being a part of a world like this.”

Her heart crumbles in her chest. The vial nearly overflows, and she has to grab the third one. Her hands shake as she goes for it. Her voice shakes too. “You sound kind of… schmuicidal when you say stuff like that.”

“I’m not going to kill myself,” he says. He sounds sure of that.

“But you want to die?” she asks.

“I don’t want….” He sighs and rephrases. “I just want to be somewhere else sometimes. And this whole thing has made anywhere else seem better. I mean, I was in a coma, Mary, and they were photoshopping a gun into my hand. Why would I want to be here?”

She stops the blood drawing to hold his hand. “I’m here. And Batwoman is here.”

He balls his fist beneath her grip. “And no one’s checking to see if me or Ryan are a part of the team. I’ve spent my whole life doing things the right way, and I am exhausted.”

Mary lifts her other hand to open his fist. She turns his hand so they can be palm to palm, so she can thread her fingers through his and let him feel where she’s at too. Because she might be exhausted for different reasons, but she’s tired too.

“I think it’s okay to be exhausted. And to want a break. But you can’t let all of this break you. And if it feels like it is, then I’d really like to help hold you together.” She smiles at him, and he glances away to blink some of the tears out of his eyes. She lifts her voice to add on, “Preferably with the help of a licensed psychological professional.”

“You’re not licensed, and you save lives.” He squeezes the hand in hers. “You saved me.”

Mary nods. “True, but an actual therapist could help you talk through this stuff without you feeling like you’re going to be judged, or a burden — which you’re not.” She practically scoots out of her seat to be closer to him. Her knees knock into the side of his chair, and she would totally feel ridiculous if not for the fact that he angles his body towards her too. “God, Luke, I am so glad that you’re talking to me. I want to know how you feel and what you’re going through. But I also know that a therapist can put this in a perspective that I can’t. So please consider talking to one?”

He holds her stare for a moment. “On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“Next time you want to talk, you just take me to dinner instead of taking my blood.”

Mary laughs, and Luke laughs too. “Deal.”

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 Luke’s in the bathroom when Mary texts the girl group chat. 

Mary to 🦇 LADIES DO IT BATTER GC 🦇 He sounds better. We’re getting dinner and hopefully he’s getting a therapist.

 Sophie to 🦇 LADIES DO IT BATTER GC 🦇 Great job, Mary.

 Ryan to 🦇 LADIES DO IT BATTER GC 🦇 That’s my girl! Or Luke’s girl? 👀

 Sophie to 🦇 LADIES DO IT BATTER GC 🦇 Ryan, they’re just getting dinner

 Ryan to 🦇 LADIES DO IT BATTER GC 🦇 For now ;)

 Mary leaves them on read and stuffs her phone back into her purse. Luke comes back out of the bathroom, drying his hands on a paper towel. “Ready to go?”

Mary nods. “Yeah, we’ll find our way back.” It’s the only choice they have.

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a/n: The hopelessness that Luke feels in this episode and the near constant mix of emotions feel so true to my experiences over the last few years. one thing that they have gotten very right are different aspects of these Black experiences. There’s a lot to work through, and I’ve found that therapy and leaning on friends has been real helpful. Hope that Luke gets that too. Hope that you all have that as well.

Let me know how you’re feeling, re: this, or this season. Talk to me, Gotham. I’ll talk back.

#Batwoman #Luke fox #Mary Hamilton #hamilfox #batwoman fic #Ryan wilder #Sophie Moore #bat team #bat team of color #mine #Batwoman: s2 #Batwoman: 215

[geeks-universe]

Veritas Vos Liberabit V

The truth will set you free.

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“You’re not fooling anyone,” John muttered, watching his friend from the doorway.

He’d been standing there for the past few minutes, waiting for Sherlock to acknowledge him. It really didn’t come as a surprise when he didn’t, but John figured he’d take the opportunity to study Sherlock.

The good doctor certainly wasn’t as perceptive as Sherlock. He would never claim to be. He did, however, believe himself to be rather smart, especially on the subject of human feelings. Now, John was not an idiot when it came to Sherlock, and he could tell that his best friend was very much becoming obsessive in his effort to solve whatever mystery he seemed to think revolved around you.

There were certainly some things that made you special, but you were rather open about your past and your own thoughts. It was actually a bit frustrating to John that Sherlock was so concerned about learning everything there was to know about you, yet he hadn’t just asked you. Mycroft had been a bit miffed about his interaction with you the day before, and had been around first thing in the morning to complain about it.

John found it rather funny how put out the elder Holmes brother had been, but he noticed the telltale glint in his eyes. As much as he wanted to deny it, he knew that Mycroft had fallen victim to your charms just as every other person he’d encountered had.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about,” Sherlock huffed, slipping his coat on while he stared out of the window.

John blew a sigh from his lips, wondering how somebody so incredibly smart could be so blind to their own emotions at the same time.

“Why don’t you ask her on a date, Sherlock?”

He’d never seen Sherlock’s head whip around so quickly. The man looked terrified, which, to be fair, wasn’t far off the mark. Sherlock’s heart pounded against his ribs, a strange reaction to such a mundane suggestion, to be sure. He sputtered for a moment, unsure if he should be angry or appalled.

He settled for some weird combination of the two.

“I don’t date, John,” he spat rather forcefully, “Especially not-”

“John!” You called in greeting, taking the stairs two at a time.

The smile on your face was radiant, and Sherlock glared down at his own chest when the rhythmic beating of his heart only seemed to speed up. You were holding your phone to your ear still, a muffled voice talking from the other end. 

“Sherlock,” you greeted, “Hi.”

He pulled his lips into a smile, but continued to study your every move.

“Yes, yes,” you replied to whoever was on the other end of the phone, “I’m perfectl-”

You frowned at the phone briefly, before a rather embarrassed, yet fond, smile replaced it.

“Dad, stop worrying so much,” you breathed out a laugh. “I have to go.”

There was more talking on the other end, which you were incapable of stopping, before you finally hurried out an, “I love you too,” and hung up.

“Sorry, he worries too much,” you explained to your friends, slipping your phone into your back pocket as you approached John.

There was no hesitation as the two of you embraced in a brief hug. Sherlock found himself pouting- no, not pouting, he doesn’t do that- at the apparent familiarity between you and John. Obviously, you were both comfortable with one another. He squinted his eyes, trying to decipher if it was a friendly comfort or a romantic one.

“Maybe he should,” John teased with a smile, “You did walk towards the man with the gun, rather than away.”

The two of you shared a little laugh, amplifying Sherlock’s sudden uneasiness at the thought of there being some sort of romantic involvement written between the lines of your exchanges.

But why would John suggest that he ask you on a date if he was interested?

This, he acknowledged with some amount of annoyance, was the exact reason why he despised human connections. How was he expected to just read your intentions and John’s intentions and his own intentions?

“Hey, did you want something too?” You inquired, suddenly a lot closer to Sherlock than you’d been previously.

He blinked, caught off guard by your change in position. Clearly, he’d been inside his own head for too long again.

A few deductions paired with his piercing gaze was all it took for him to realize that you were referring to food.

“I’ll have whatever you have.”

John didn’t need to examine the scene any further to realize it was another one of Sherlock’s ploys to understand you better. Of course his friend wasn’t going to normalize his strategy. He wanted to solve you, like a puzzle.

John hid his flash of annoyance as he ordered the takeout, trying to discover another way for Sherlock to realize that you might actually be good for him. Now, John wasn’t much of a matchmaker, but he thought the two of you would go rather perfectly together, and Mrs. Hudson agreed.

He just needed Sherlock to see that.

And maybe you too, since you didn’t seem like the type to just swoon over someone.

“I’m going to pick it up,” John announced, surprising even himself at the sudden declaration.

You stood up, obviously ready to escort him, but John shook his head. 

“Keep Sherlock out of trouble,” John argued, nodding his direction to his flatmate. “I’ll be right back.”

There was a clear hesitation, like you didn’t think it was the courteous thing to do, but John brushed you off. He was going to make a stop to see Mrs. Hudson and have a quick chat about the two of you, the last thing he needed was you tagging along.

“Be safe!” You called out after him as he descended the stairs, waving a hand goodbye.

“Are you engaging in romantic affairs with John?” The question was fired in your direction the minute John was out of earshot.

You opened your mouth, then closed it again, your head tilting to the side at the strange turn of events.

“I-what?” You fumbled for the correct words, giggling a little as you did so. “No, John is just a friend.”

Sherlock hummed, not entirely convinced as he looked you over. His mind was moving a mile a minute, categorizing each piece of information he could discern from your person. It wasn’t a lot, but it was helping to build a more sturdy profile of who you were.

“Sherlock,” you interrupted, pressing your hand to his cheek.

His mind stopped.

Billions of neurons ceased fire, a momentary blip in their ever progressing task. It wasn’t like a sudden braking, where the tires screeched against the ground and the force of motion pushed the passengers forward with a potency capable of snapping necks. No, this was a total pause of everything that made Sherlock, Sherlock.

For just a fraction of a fraction, all he knew was the world being born in the fire of your eyes, and the spark created from the gentle warmth of your touch.

And then, it began again.

The world was spinning once more, his brain working just as it had before, only, tucked in the very back of his mind was the feeling of your hand on his cheek.

“What do you see when you deduce me?”

Your question was barely a whisper in the charged air between the magnetism of his mind and your heart.

“Contradictions,” he answered, staring directly into your gaze as he did so.

There was an echo of a smile on your lips, a brief upturn as you imagined how that might look. It was impossible to perceive the world through his mind, but you tried nonetheless.

“I feel like that’s not a good thing,” you joked, pulling your hand from his cheek and your eyes to your lap.

A coolness replaced your warmth, and Sherlock frowned as he filed that bit of information away.

“It makes you more interesting than most people,” he admitted on a murmur, watching with a bit of concern as you rubbed just above your heart.

The expression on your face was one of discomfort.

“How’d you hurt it?” He nodded where you were still positioning your hand, an attempt to shield the area from further harm.

You leveled him with a stare, not missing a beat.

“Sex,” you replied. “Got a bit more rough than expected.”

“You’re lying,” he tried, narrowing his eyes as he stared at the spot you were injured in, like if he did so for long enough he might be able to actually figure it out.

“Am I?” Your face betrayed nothing, a faux innocence in your gaze.

“What was his name?” Sherlock challenged.

“Who said anything about a man?” You shot back, rising to the provocation he posed.

“How’d it happen?”

“You want all of the intimate details?” You tsked, running your tongue along your teeth. “Sherlock Holmes, you are a surprise.”

His lips turned up for a moment.

“You are an excellent liar.”

You maintained eye contact from beneath your lashes, shrugging your shoulders.

“I’m a bit more like my uncle than I like to give myself credit for.”

The rest of the wait for John was spent in silence as you continued to observe one another- you with an air of disinterest and Sherlock with an eagerness he could barely contain. It seemed the more he learned about you, the more questions he had.

John looked less than pleased when he entered the room to find you guys were not, in fact, making out on the couch like horny teenagers.

“John!” You perked up, breathing in the smell of warm takeout.

“You’re a life saver,” you moaned, causing Sherlock’s hand to twitch at the sinful noise.

The tips of John’s ears turned red, but he didn’t comment on it as he laid a spread of food on the table.

“I hope everyone’s hungry,” he said, gesturing to the food, “I ordered a bit too much.”

“I can’t believe I missed out on this for so long,” you commented, twirling a pile of steaming vegetable lo mein on your fork before you even sat down.

“Was your dad not a fan of it?” John asked, taking a seat by your side as he grabbed himself a plate.

Sherlock still hadn’t gotten up from his spot in his chair, but he was attentive to the conversation between John and you.

“Oh, uh, it wasn’t really something we did when I was younger,” you explained, not giving a lot of detail, but not outright lying either.

Sherlock frowned. You had never really told John a lie. Actually, you hadn’t really told anyone a lie, besides him, and even that was something you admitted to right away.

He hesitantly filed away the belief that you were an honest person in the special place reserved for facts about you as he stood up to join the two of you.

From there on, Sherlock was more of an active participant in the chatting, though he didn’t find it nearly as dreadful as he thought it would be. John was all too happy to have him joining in, still rather put out that his plan hadn’t panned out the way he was hoping.

Though, before he came back up the stairs with the food, Mrs. Hudson had assured him that there was no way that Sherlock Holmes and (Y/N) Morningstar wouldn’t inevitably gravitate towards one another.

And who could argue with Mrs. Hudson’s intuition?

#Sherlock Holmes x Reader #sherlock holmes x you #sherlock holmes x y/n #sherlock holmes imagine #sherlock x reader #sherlock imagine #vvl

[tocrackerboxpalace]

January, 1972

Summary: In Paul's first interview since the breakup of the Beatles, things go slightly awry when a nosy reporter gets more out of him than she bargained for.

Part 2/3 (1, 3)

“That was… something,” Linda began tentatively, sounding far away.

Paul simply stared forward, forfeiting a response. His forearms rested on his knees as he watched the blank television with intensity. He elected not to notice that his fingers were still trembling.

In his peripheral, he could see Linda shoot him a contemplative glance before sighing and returning to the dishes in her hands. She hummed a vaguely familiar tune as she worked, the uncharacteristic silence of the house glaringly obvious with the heightened tension. With the thoughtful way she was scrubbing at the dishes, one would think it was the most intriguing task in the world. But the fashion in which her eyes darted up every few seconds in fruitless attempts to catch Paul’s gaze wasn’t lost on him.

She’d known, of course.

He could hardly fathom how—he had worked hard to render his emotions on the topic nearly impossible to read—but it seemed as though one day she had just… figured it out. He supposed it was an accumulation of things; Linda was an extremely intuitive woman and had likely had her suspicions for some time. Comments, phone calls, expressions, songs. Things over the years that he could only keep so private. It didn’t make the topic any more approachable, though.

The moment of realization had happened only recently, actually. The moment of knowing, when he knew that she knew, and she knew that she was right. Not that she’d asked, and not that he’d confirmed. There had been no need.

It occurred not long after the release of Imagine. She had eavesdropped in on him one afternoon when he hadn’t believed her to be home. He had been working on the piano in the living room, open and exposed. She’d entered too quietly and listened to the entire run-through, merely seconds after the song had been completed. The sight of her in the doorway as he’d jumped up to make some celebratory tea had been shocking, but not as much so as the look of recognition on her face.

The song was a theatrical tune, threaded with musical influence from his youth. The lines were accompanied only by a bright staccato piano melody that directly contradicted the bitterness of the lyrical tone, which felt conciliatory in a way—if the song sounded happy, it couldn’t be that bad, right?

It began with a polite spoken word phrase over a piano run before launching into the first chorus.

-

I sleep very well, thanks.

Didn’t know how low that you could go

But the things you’ll do for a spotlight!

Y’didn’t seem to mind that pretty face

As it got you up and hot, right?

-

Well, y’made me swear all up the town

Oh, darling, I’d never ever let you down

Till you went and did the same around

And now I know what it’s like to drown

-

Should’ve known how low my love could go

Oh, the things you do for a spotlight!

But I’ve just one thing before I go

Does the wife think it’s love and not spite?

-

He would end with a simple piano flourish and a wink.

It was exhilarating, his first complete run through, having never written a song with the cut-throat directness that John typically thrived in. It was simple, and short, and gaudy in presentation, but it worked. He had felt an eerie sense of pride too, mimicking the lyrical style of John’s infamous track in the choruses but integrating his own with the vaudevillian accompaniment and middle verse.

After a long, awkward silence, Linda had gently convinced him not to record the song. It had taken quite a bit of pushing, as Paul had been both thrilled and alight with residual anger. But as conniving as Lennon’s song was, they had agreed that it was probably best for all parties if Paul didn’t release a response in which he teased an ability to give his songwriting partner an erection and insinuated that said partner’s power-couple marriage was founded on fallacy.

That was the most direct and specific their discussions about John and Paul’s relationship would ever get.

But now, as he shifted away from penetrative glances, he could feel that she wanted to talk about it. By the time his flight had landed and he’d taken a cab back home, the interview had already been aired (disappointing, but not surprising). A small part of him had hoped that the reporters would take pity on him and destroy the footage, but a bigger part of him knew that desire was hopeless. They’d do anything for ratings nowadays, and he wasn’t a person to these people anyway. He was an icon, a Beatle, and always would be. Consideration of his own comforts, feelings, desires–none of it was necessary.

The whole world knew now, of course. Why shouldn’t she?

“Linda,” he began, his voice hoarse.

“You don’t have to talk about it,” she responded simply, eyes firmly on the dishes once again.

“I want to. N-need to.”

Her gaze met his, and her features were soft. Understanding.

He took a shaky breath. “It’s true.”

She nodded.

“It’s not that simple, though.”

She nodded again.

His heart slumped in his chest, and a bitter taste suddenly filled his mouth. Never before had he tried to find the words to explain the cataclysme that had been his relationship with John. Forming an explanation in the wake of everything suddenly seemed extremely taxing.

A loud sigh came from Linda’s direction. Exasperated, though he couldn’t tell with whom.

Paul looked up at her, feeling quite like a child. She set the last dish in the drying rack and wiped her hands on her apron before coming to kneel in between his knees. His eyes followed her all the way, and they began to well up with inexplicable tears when she brushed a lock of hair behind his ear and planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

“You’re going to be okay.” She stroked his thighs soothingly. “We’ll lay low for a while and not take any calls or conferences, all right? It was a mistake, I shouldn’t have let you go on by yourself, but there’s nothing we can do about it now. One day at a time, yeah?”

He could only nod, feeling as if he could unravel under her ministrations any second.

She wiped an escaped tear with her thumb and raised to her feet once more, placing a kiss on the top of his head. “I’m going to bed now. Don’t stay out here and think too much, okay? We’ll talk again in the morning.” She gave him one last comforting smile before turning away.

“Lin?” He croaked out.

“Hmm?” She answered, turning back towards him and leaning against the doorframe with an honest, gentle smile.

“I love you. So much,” he added.

“I love you too. Get some sleep tonight?”

He sighed. “I will.”

#the beatles #beatles fanfiction #paul mccartney #linda mccartney #john lennon (mentioned) #interviews #confessions #songwriting feud of the seventies #part 2 #part 2 of 3

[lily-themadqueen-andpinky]

Echoes from the past (Daryl Dixon x Reader)#12

#12 - I’m ok

Your start as the newbie was easier than you thought.

Thanks to Daryl, you found your way around the prison pretty quickly. Thanks to yourself, you were able to make contact with the others very quickly. You know that Daryl trusts them, which makes it a lot easier for you. And they trust Daryl which means that they trust you, at least a bit. There’s only one person you’re still skeptical about even after the last few weeks: Carol.

She literally kicked you out of prison back then, almost ensuring that you and Daryl would never see each other again and accepting that you certainly would die out there. You didn’t talk to her much during the last weeks and more or less avoided her as good as possible.

And now you’re faced with a situation you can’t escape, where you have to bear these feelings of fear and anxiety again. Daryl is again out hunting alone and you are here in the prison and trying not to overthink this. You have a short chat here and there, but on the most time you spend such days worrying about him. It’s only when he comes back through the gate that you can finally relax again.

And so it is this time, too. The anxiety seems to want to eat you up like every time. Especially when he’s out for that long, It must be almost two days now and you have the feeling to freak out every moment. You couldn’t sleep, the bed felt cold and uncomfortable without him and the worst: you were alone with your thoughts.

In the morning you couldn’t bear it anymore and Rick could only barely stop you from going outside alone to search for him. But you forced him to promise you, that when Daryl isn’t back in the afternoon, he’ll help you to search for him.

You know you have to wait for hours and it drives you crazy. What if he is injured and waiting for help? You stand with your back leaning against the prison wall, a bit away from the gate, but never lose sight of it. Panting, your gaze goes to the ground in front of you and keep pushing the stones back and forth with your shoe. You try to focus on the good things, that the last weeks were wonderful, unique, better than it has ever been before. Better than you dared to hope. That you have the most important person back in your life. And that you have been so afraid that it would be different, that you would be estranged, that it would be more difficult as adults, some kind of strange. But exactly the opposite is true. It’s so much easier, so much simpler.

It feels so normal when you hug him. You sleep better than all the years before, just because he’s next to you. And all that without having to say a word about it. It is what it is, without giving it a name.

There is no mother telling you to stay away from him. No big brother picking on him. No fear of people trying to hurt him.

But, there is still fear, and it’s a worse level: Every time he’s on a run or hunting, because most of the time he goes alone, unless than you. You have always another person with you, like back then with Sherry or Tina. And you’re out with the car, he has just the bike, and when he’s hunting he’s without any vehicle out there. Without any protection. At this thought it hits you like a fist in your face. The fear that he is injured in the woods, that he is bitten, and no one is there for him to prevent it.

Somehow you feel as helpless as you have been as a child, when you knew you can’t protect him from his father. It doesn’t matter how much you want to make him safe, and you have to watch that he’s in danger.

Tears form in your eyes, and you kick the stones even more furious as you finally can hear a voice shouting from the guard tower, that Daryl is back. You smile relieved and it doesn’t need more than a second and you are running through the gate. He’s been out too long and the hours filled with fear and worry drive you to go to him as quick as you can.

But the more you come closer to him, the more you see that something is wrong and anxiety catches your heart tightly as never before in these weeks.

He walks too slow and he is limping. Is that blood on his face? It could be some of a walker, but you’re doubting it, because the more you watch him, the more you see his catastrophic condition.

You try to speed up your steps and nearly fall over because you begin to stumble. The sand swirls up under your feet in such a way that you leave a cloud of dust behind you. You’re totally out of breath as you finally reach him and directly begin to examine with a worried look every inch of him, before you gave him a fleeting kiss on his cheek, where no blood is seen.

“ Stop that…I’m ok…” he mumbles with a slight smile as you lift his head and he can see your concerned look. But this statement means absolutely nothing, you know that. Daryl has always been good at making this kind of shit sound easy.

With tears in your eyes, you shake your head as you run your thumb over his chin and you can see in his eyes that it hurts him.

“Don’t you dare lie to me, Dixon!” you scold him “I’m not blind. Come on, I’ll take you to Hershel…” you beg him and without waiting for an answer you put your arm around his chest to support him. Hissing, he shakes his head and accepts your help only unwillingly as you start walking.

However, it is as you suspected, and as Hershel asked him several times, he had to tell what you knew from the moment he went through the gate.

He is everything but NOT ok. Even though Daryl tries to play it down again, he has to explain to Hershel in short words what happened. And with every word you have the feeling that your heart sinks deeper into your boots.

During a fight with a walker, he tripped backwards, twisted his ankle, and fell stumbling backwards over some logs . Nothing bad when you believe Daryl’s words, something that can happen always to anyone. He claims that it doesn’t hurt that much, and that he will be okay the next day.

But you have a problem with that instead of coming straight back to the prison after that attack, Mr. Dixon stubbornly finished his hunt, with strained ligaments and abrasions and bruises on his ribcage. The longer you watch Hershel bandage his foot and tend to the wounds on his torso, the angrier you get.

“You fucking moron!” you scold him after Hershel had left the cell, restlessly pacing back and forth as he searches for the most comfortable position on his bed.

“What the hell were you thinking? You could have killed yourself! ” Tears form in your eyes as you think about all that could have happened. And all this for a couple of stupid squirrels.

“They’re hungry here….” he mutters as he chews the cuticles on his thumb. Snorting, you stop in front of the bed and, shaking your head, drop your hands to your thighs with a thud.

“YES, I know! But why do you have to go alone for fuck’s sake? Take Rick with you, or Glenn, or who knows who. Anyone! What would have happened if you couldn’t walk anymore? If you had broken your ankle or fainted?” you know from your own experience how quickly that can happen, but you also know that he sees it in a different way.

“I’m better off on my own” he explains shortly and looks stubbornly at his bandaged foot.

“That’s bullshit and you know that ! Listen Daryl…. Everyone here knows what a tough son of a bitch you are. You don’t have to prove it….” you realize your voice is getting louder, even though you don’t want it to. But worrying about him is killing you because you know he won’t change a thing. Shaking your head, you keep walking around.

“Well, at least you got to rest for a few days…your body will force you to do… And I swear to you, if you don’t take anyone else with you, you’re gonna have me on your hands…” you threaten him with a smile, because you know exactly how this is going to end.

“ Forget it…. You’re safer in here” he declares directly, now looking straight at you. His gaze is penetrating and you know he means it. He hates it when you’r on a run. And you know how stubborn he can be. However, he should know that you are in no way inferior to him in this respect.

“You too. God we’re all safer in here, but nobody leaves the prison alone, but you… Besides, every time you’re out there, I’m dying of fear…” your words become whimpering, and eventually you can feel tears running down your face.

Sniffling, you walk towards the bed and sit down on the edge with him. Trembling, you reach for his hand, stroking the back of it over and over with your thumb.

“I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you…. What am I supposed to do without you? Now that we found each other again…” you say in a low voice, your eyes locking for a moment.

Panting, he pulls you to him and you startle for a second. However, you’re about to push away from him again when you notice that his body tenses with a jerk as your weight leans on his torso. But he doesn’t give you a chance to flee and holds you tightly.

“Badass, huh?” you tease him and he closes his eyes chuckling for a moment.

If he wasn’t hurt, you’d probably be picking a little fight with him right now.  But instead, you give him a stern look. This discussion isn’t finished by now.

“Don’t do that! I’m not taking ya huntin’ !” he scolds you, glancing at you again and again hoping that you would stop. Panting, he leans finally his head against the wall and closes his eyes again.

“You’re a fucking stubborn prick, you know that?” you say softly, leaning forward to give him a kiss on the cheek.

“I am wha…” he murmurs , and you freeze in your movement as you suddenly feel his lips on yours.  Just before you could kiss his face, he wanted to contradict you, and turned his head.

And now: Bam.

Your pulse is racing, although your whole body is frozen. Your gaze widens in shock, and he doesn’t seem to feel any different. You want to jump back, but still you can’t move.

A strange feeling spreads through your body and your hand lies trembling on his chest. You sink more and more into the blue of his eyes until you finally manage to move push away from him a bit panting. It’s not much, the tips of your noses still touch, and you can feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

“It…. I’m sorry… I…I didn’t mean to…fucking hell…” you stutter as you then push further away from him. This was never a clue. It is what it is, but you never kissed or talked about something like that. As he just stares at you, it makes you even more nervous.

Yes, you had been thinking about it since you met again. Yes, you’ve tried to imagine what it’s like. And yes, you have come to the conclusion that it would be better to leave everything the way it is. Never change a running system.

And now you’ve messed it up. Although it is not really your fault. It’s a chain of unfortunate circumstances. You wanted to kiss him on the cheek and your lips landed accidentally on his. Without meaning to, without wanting to.  

And the longer he stays silent, the more uncomfortable it feels, so you can hardly stand it and you know you’ll better go. This was a big mistake.

“I’m…really sorry…” you mumble again and just want to get up from the bed, go into your cell, lay down alone on your bed and cry in your pillow the rest of the day. All those good things you had destroyed because of such a stupid thing. This is not fair.

But when you want to push yourself up on the mattress you feel his hand on your arm pulling you back.

“Shut up!…I’m not takin’ ya to the hunt, even when ya try to convince me that way” he says in a low voice and your heart seems to stop for a moment as you feel his lips on yours again. At first, everything in you resists because you have still the feeling it’s not right. Your hands sweat, you feel sick, but when you feel his hand gently on your head, everything changes. When he is pushing you closer, you  can completely let yourself go and enjoy this kiss, which demands more and  more from you.  The bad feeling is replaced by a tingling sensation that races through your whole body. Your hands are shaking, your breath is frantic as he searches for your lips again and again and when you can feel his tongue on your lower lip a slight moan escapes you.  

But as unexpected it has begun, it’s over again. It’s over far too quickly, and gasping, you lean your forehead against his.

“What the hell was that all about?” you ask trembling, but he only answers with another gentle kiss and pulls you back to his chest. It feels different, but not worse. You enjoy it, and lean more into his touch until your head finds the perfect place on his chest. You can feel his racing heartbeat and lean cautiously on him, to not touch his bruises by accident.

He doesn’t talk, or move. He just lays there, holds you in his arms as his pulse slowly decelerating with every minute. All kinds of feelings are flowing in you. On one side it’s weird, it feels strange, but on the other side it seems that this is exactly what you have searched your whole life. You never expected that a little thing like an accidental kiss could change things like that. That it would be possible to feel even more closer to him than you already did anyway. Lost in thought, you play with a loose thread sticking out of his shirt until it finally breaks off.

Sometimes you feel his lips on your temple or your forehead, his fingers are repeatedly stroking the skin on your arm or your neck. But his movements become more slower with time, the hunt and his injuries take their toll. And at some point when you feel his arm is laying heavy on your upper body and his head is leaning motionless on your scalp you know he lost the fight against his exhaustion. This is when you carefully raise, to not wake him and sit down at the edge of the bed again.

You watch him over and over again. How he lies peacefully on the bed, his chest slowly sinks and rises again and again. But when your eyes fall on his wounds and his bandaged foot, all the images come up again. Images of what could have happened and your eyes become wet of fear. Because you know, he wouldn’t change. He is, he always was this kind of person. He would do anything for his family.

Sniffing, you get up from the bed, reach for the blanket and carefully cover him. Your fingers brush trembling the hair from his forehead, before you blow a kiss on it.

“Sweet dreams Snuggles….” you whisper and stroke his cheek once more with your thumb before you leave the cell to do your work, which you can now finally do without being worried. Because you know he wouldn’t go alone the next time.

#daryl dixon #darylxreader #daryl x reader #the walking dead daryl #twd daryl #daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #twd

[ameliathecatto]

Spourting Gladiolus

"Hyphotecial question. Will you kill me by the end of it?"

The tale of a Goddess who was crowned the title, 'Guardian Goddess' and 'Queen of All Gods' going on a mission. From a title like those, you would expect extreme efficiency correct?

Unfortunately, things don't turn out the way anyone wanted.

The mission was to take out 5 cults, each with their own reasons of having to be taken out. However, she let one of them live on after a fatal encounter.

Why had she done so? Who was this man? Was there anything beyond her mission?

"Life sure is cruel, leaving live up in my hands once again."

After all, to her this was simply a matter of fate.

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Chapter 2.2

Word count: 2.4k

The sun had gone absent and replaced by the moon. The skies coloured in black with the clouds being barely visible. The streets quiet down as more people return back to the comfort of their homes.

Even so, the podium is being illuminated by the moonlight peeking through the window.

"I didn't think you'd give me a visit." A pastor said with a welcoming smile.

The empty church would give Aeon some bad memories, with the benches carefully lined and kept pristine. The gap from the door gave more light creeping in though it still won't make it go away. 

"Hmm… you think so?" 

Amelia walked in with her usual bored expression. She sat on the front row and leaned on it, looking at the ceiling and letting her arm spread across it. 

"I thought it was unwise to be in enemy territory?" He chuckled.

A teasing laugh came from her, "I almost killed him. What made you think I should be afraid?"

He walked down to Amelia, "Correct. But you aren't talking to 'him' right now."

She stared directly at him, "What makes you think that I don't know that?"

"You're right. You would know. We are the same after all." He laughed.

She shook her head, "Now now, don't lump us together. I don't have malicious intentions to do it to someone else."

Amelia sat upright when he was close to her. He stood still with the same smile, his body tilted slightly. His eyes glow red which is emphasized by the light coming through the window.

"Are you not afraid that I'll kill you right here, right now?" 

She shrugged, "Nope. I can't die that easily."

"I'd assume that you're the one with the pastor idea, correct?" She asked.

He nodded, "Yes. I did. I can easily gain it after all so there wasn't a need to let others do it." 

"You have a name?" 

"Oriax. And why do you ask?" 

A smile creeped onto her lips, "Curiosity. Also just so I can call you by your name."

He took a step closer to her yet she was sitting there with a smile, he placed his hands behind his back. His eyes wandered around her body before staring back into her eyes.

"You don't look physically strong, Amelia. Though I do wonder why you were given such strength." That look in his eyes told that the question was rhetorical.

She saw right through it, "Enough padding time. Take a guess as to why I'm here."

He closed his eyes, "There are a lot of reasons why you would be here. Is it because of that incident, or something else entirely. Even I wouldn't even be able to guess."

He continued, "If I were to guess… some challenge I suppose? It seems like something you are interested in."

"You're about there actually. Though I'm now more interested in what you think." 

"Oh?" 

She stood up with a grin, she extended her hand to show a chess piece materializing from ice. The chess piece is a black horse, with its head facing Oriax. He did not open his eyes yet he noticed the surge of mana. 

"How interesting. You can do things like that?"

"I always could. However, I only use them for fanciful things."

He finally opened his eyes, his smile never faded as he noted the piece on her palm, "A knight? Unconventional choice if it's referring to who I think it is."

"Don't worry, I'm not actually referring to chess. Just the title." 

She continued, "It's about you. After all, you do all you can to protect him from dying. Is that not what a knight does?" 

"I only did so to preserve myself. Nothing more, nothing less.” He adamantly replied.

“Some parts of it might be true, but there are elements that contradict what you say. Make it how you like but you also believe in him and his ideals, so you’re not an observer, you’re also an active participant.” She stopped with a smirk.

She continued with a slight chuckle, “I’m not wrong, am I now?”

He tilted his head more, “I’m not going to deny nor agree to your assumptions.”

Amelia crushed the knight piece in her palm and let it disappear. She walked around him and he stood still with no intention of moving. He set his head upright as his eyes followed her around as she continued to circled him.

“Fractured rib cage here, broken ankle here, major blood loss there, presence of spell protection here, broken arm there and some nerve damage.” She muttered while looking.

His expression turned into confusion, “Why are you suddenly interested in where all the wounds and injuries are?”

“Bragging rights I suppose,” Oriax knew that she was lying.

She stood still and shrugged, “Well, I’m done with all that I wanted. You’re free to ask me anything.”

“Of course, I won’t tell you everything but I’ll say as much as I’d like.” She leaned forward with her arms crossed.

“Then it will be the most curious of them all. Why did you let us live?” 

They stared at each other for a moment before she said anything. She was grinning with a feel that he couldn’t understand. Was it amusement or was it something more nefarious? He wanted to think about it once this was over.

“Indeed. Why did I let you live? There are a couple of reasons, but it’s just to shit on The Council. Beside that childish one, there is an actual reason. Though the most I’ll give you is this,” 

She paused and leaned back, “You’re deciding moment was not there. Oh no, it’s far from it. We both still have a long way to go before our final destination. But by that time, whether you’ll be dead or alive, it’s once again on my hands.”

He raised a brow, “Again?”

“Yep, it’s again on my hands.”

She tilted her head with a stern expression, “After all, he could’ve died all that years ago. Then again, if it weren’t for me he wouldn’t have gone down this route. I guess it does come full circle after all those years.”

He looked more confused, “So you both have met before.”

“I used to consider him as my older brother figure that I can look up to. Of course, after that entire thing he just disappeared and I thought he died but it was after I became Guardian Goddess that I knew he was alive.”

Oriax replied with a nod, “Then why did you have him as well?”

“That, I can’t answer you. You should know the answer to that question.” She said with a smile.

He grinned, “Same thing with a different narrative I see.”

“Is that all you have to ask?" She continued to smile.

"Just one more…" He said, raising one of his hands up.

"What are you actually after, with all the in-depth investigation on all the… cults, as you all liked to call them."

She placed her chin on her palm, "That's classified information. The most I can tell you is that we are adjusting things accordingly."

"After all, you all are interrupting the balance and our role as a whole. So, we do need to adjust it accordingly, we aren't unfair all things considered." She waved her free hand. 

"Your role is to maintain the balance between good and bad?" 

Her expression turned surprised, "Oh? I thought you both know."

"No, we don't. We try as best as we can to figure out all about you guys but information is scarce." 

She laughed, "Of course, we are incredibly secretive about what we are truly up to."

"That's about it. Thank you for your time~" He was intentionally sarcastic and raising his voice up a pitch.

She placed her hands in the pockets, "So you did inherit some traits from him."

"It's impossible not to. After all, we do share almost everything." 

She walked past him and gave him a lazy wave, "We'll meet again soon. Although next time you'll be at the mercy of someone else's blade."

"And I'm looking forward to it." His eyes glowing again.

The door closed behind her with a slight 'thud'. His eyes stared at the door with a slight grin lingering on his lips. 

"I'm glad that I met her face to face. She's surely an interesting person." He mumbled.

Amelia walked with a slight smile on her face, it then faded. She took a glance back at the church before it was out of her sight. 

"He definitely got a good idea going about it, but how much of that can work and can't, only time will tell as it seems." 

She continued walking without looking back. The street lights are the only other thing lighting up the night, with the lights in people's houses closing one by one. It was going nearly silent aside from the blasting of music or cars passing by. Residents deep in sleep without knowing what might be lurking near them.

Someone walked through the streets with a mask. They kept their face hidden away from anyone that might see or encounter them. They certainly looked suspicious but nobody was around to truly witness their suspicions for themselves. Their humming was heard in the streets, their feet stopped in front of a door.

The door swung open by itself, a small gust of wind blowing out of it. They walked past the door and it closed by itself. The empty interior turned into a room and they took their mask off. 

“Look at him, being so late to the party.” William’s lime coloured eyes stared at the mask.

Salem brushed her long silver hair with a brush, “I thought Charlie was always late hmm~?” 

Vander leaned back on his chair, “Late everyday. What are you, a sloth?”

Charlie smiled and placed the mask on a rack, “If I were, that would have been incredibly insulting.”

“Well then, let the leader’s ‘cult’ meeting commence.” William got up from his seat.

The room was messy to say the least. There were a few lights hanging off the ceiling, lighting the room in a warm shade of yellow. It had some chairs and a table in the middle, with some miscellaneous things lying around. Some were papers, articles of clothes and empty boxes. There was a counter with a coffee maker and a couch beside it.

“We are currently being tracked down by them, correct?” Will said while placing his arms on Vander’s chair.

“Yep, they are giving me a lot of trouble. It’s getting on my nerves.” Vander’s head tilted to the side with his brown eyes rolled back.

“What I’ve heard from what little Cyliam decided to tell us, one of their bases was ambushed by the upper rank army and was mostly wiped out. Only some members remained from that incident.” Will waved his hand back and forth.

Charlie sat down and leaned on the table, “That means we could be next as well.”

Salem laughed, “Good for me. There are people I need to get rid of.”

He placed his head on his arms and tilted to the left, “Is there anything we should do to avoid it, or should we engage it?”

“I’d engage it, after all there are people unworthy that I need to take care of.” She said with a large grin.

Vander shook his head, “I won’t. I have too much at stake to lose. We need as many hands on the Worship organisation as possible.”

“I won’t either, it’s too much trouble for the Peace organisation.” Charlie shrugged.

“I won’t too, having them die is too bad. The risk doesn’t outweigh the benefit.” Will sat back down on his own seat.

Salem swung her brush in her fingers, her grin continued to linger on her face as she mumbled something. The rest could not hear what she was saying but assumed that she was planning on how to work on her plans.

Charlie decided to talk about something else in the meantime, “Is your progress going well?”

“I guess. We are working hard on the cleanse but nothing much of interest is coming up.” Will replied.

Vander placed his cheeks in his palm, “We are currently just missing something but it’s very hard to obtain so we might need a substitute.” “Nothing you can ask Liam for?” He asked.

Vander sighed loudly, “Nope. Who the hell here can get God’s blood?”

Charlie noticed a glint in Salem’s eyes when he said so, her lips curled up into an excited grin. She stood up and slammed her hands on the table, gaining the attention of the other two who were thinking about their own plans. 

“I CAN!” She exclaimed. 

He raised a brow, “How exactly?”

“I could just get into a fight with one of the Goddesses! Didn’t rumours say that Aeon adopted a Goddess and a rabbit into his family?!” She spoke a mile an hour while staring at Vander.

Will’s expression turned to question, “Aeon? Wouldn’t that be too hard of a thing to accomplish?”

She giggled, “Don’t worry, I have a major plan in my hands. Of course that include some manipulation here~”

Vander let out a defeated sigh, “Get me a syringe of it if you can. Get more if you can but that is the minimum amount.”

“Of course! But I need some backup from you three.” She nodded with the same grin.

Charlie placed his fingers on his chin, “You mean you’re going to target the Andrata girl and Aeon as well?”

“Yep. That’s why I need backup!”

Will smiled and leaned back, “I’ll give you a bit of hand then.”

“I asked so I can’t say no now can I?” He sat upright.

Charlie shook his head, “I won’t. Though if you want you could ask for Liam’s help.”

“Hmm… would be too much trouble as he’s recovering.” Salem said with her eyes closed.

“Well, that settles that for now. So when are we attacking?” 

Aeon did not know any of it as he slept soundly that night. Andrata’s sword by the side of the door with it slowly blinking in a shade of red, as if it heard all of it and was warning anyone that could see what was about to go down.

Unfortunately, only they know what would happen to them.

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